Is there anything so peaceful as a deep winter's day? There's a crispness that clears the senses. The land breathes; there is rest above and deep rumblings of unseen preparation below. Winter begins like a dark, ancient womb that nourishes and protects, encouraging a different pace; to slow right down, allowing one act to end and, behind the big velvet curtain of November, for a scene change to take place.
With the limitations and scarcity of flowers at this time in the year, I notice that a deeper kind of seeing kicks in. To keep making and creating arrangements, we rely on more than the obvious showy blooms of the other more fruitful seasons. I love shy winter for choosing ingredients that would usually be overlooked or overshadowed by the more dominant,
