God gave us our memories
so that we might have roses in December."
- J. M. Barrie
By December in these northern hills,
the roses usually are a memory.
the roses and other blossoms are lingering.
Fruit is still clinging to the branches,
The wind-riders are hesitating,
waiting for the just the right wind
to carry them away.
The greens (and reds!) are still flourishing
in the garden.
Flocks of geese are behind schedule,
flying home through
the silver skies of early December.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.
Steve has already been out and about and captured some stunning photos of birds at Out on the Prairie.
Wouldn't you love to see your name here? Just take a few photos as you stroll around your neighborhood and then post a comment here or on the Sunday Stroll Invitation post immediately preceding this one.