Winter gardening is mostly about planning and dreaming. The magic of seeds and pruning. Removing what is not needed so that there is room for new growth.
Winter, at least in this corner of the world, enforces honesty. It reminds me of how important the bones of a garden are. The evergreens, the structure, what we might place in our gardens.
This morning I hung the first of my new prayer flags that I want to make. This one is for healing.