In Transition

Tomorrow is winter solstice, the shortest day. Thereafter the days will grow longer, the sun will rise higher. Spring will come.

Seasons are in constant flux, transition.

Behind the little wall, a grape vine is declining into a brief dormancy. And behind it, an orange tree bears fruit.

Nothing stays the same.

1 comment:

  1. Except that is seems to be forgetting that it is supposed to be summer around here. Lovely to see the change even in your very urban environment.