A Return to Winter Wonderland in Flower Magazine

A Return to Winter Wonderland in Flower Magazine

A few years ago, Charlotte wrote “Winter Wonderland” for FLOWER magazine. Clarifying and illuminating, this grey, skeletal vision seemed the perfect place to revisit as winter is in full swing. Enjoy.

Winter Wonderland

FLOWER – November/December 2014

While a garden at its summer peak is a rainbow of undulating waves of color, perfumed air and birds singing, the result can be a cacophony of sensual chaos. Beautiful, voluptuous, and abundant, a garden in summer is to be enjoyed, lingered in, and bragged about.  Winter, on the other hand, is a chance to have a meaningful and measured conversation with your garden, like sitting in silence with a good friend who understands the importance of moments like this. Taking time to muse, wander, wonder and delight during this season is to connect with the garden on a more cerebral level. Like a silent walk in the woods, the opportunity to experience its dreamy poetry is akin to having an uninterrupted tete-a-tete. As if we are writing a story around an outline we’ve been given, winter requires our patience, and fills in the blank pages with promises and possibilities.

Reduced to a skeletal state, a garden in winter gives our imaginations an opportunity to explore those possibilities. It allows our eyes the chance to be a paintbrush devising new color schemes and filling in borders. On the other hand we may choose to simply enjoy the bones of the pleached hedge, the peeling bark of the crape myrtle, remnants of bittersweet and viburnum berries. Early morning walks reveal piles of oak leaves silver-plated with frost and holly trees standing boastful and defiant in a blaze of color.

When I travel in winter, I still want to see any garden on my route.  I feel informed by it in a different kind of way – more understanding, more attached. Perhaps it is just like an acquaintance who has quietly let her guard down. And I know as the temperature warms, and I return again, I will be seeing the other, more boisterous side of her personality.

A garden in winter is like a perfect black and white photo, an old movie, an X-ray.  Every nuanced shade of grey is awakened in a season otherwise viewed as colorless, when all growth is stalled.  But look again, and color schemes beg to be noticed.  The herbaceous border left to remain, now in shades of blonde and silver gray, stands in contrast with old yews, creating a dramatic scene.  While branches of various cornus are a rainbow of reds fading to yellow, the stark white bodies of birch trees make their own ghostly statement. The omnipresent, limitless and ever-faithful sky, a constant in every garden, at times evokes a canopy of blue that can become a Matisse cutout, silhouetting shapely trees and the leafless framework of others.  White fences and black iron gates add geometry and outlines that draw the eye in a more focused way. Trellises and arbors, now naked give us graphic art with their shapes and patterns.

Just as in a well-decorated room, the garden also relies on its furniture and accessories.  Benches of any kind still dutifully beckon us to come sit, enjoy the view, and contemplate the current state of affairs. Statues, urns and other ornaments will knowingly and patiently look forward to being enveloped in green once again, but for the time being, they are the show. Pots, troughs, and planters, small and large, now empty, will dream of the return of summer’s abundance. Though all these things may be inanimate, they surely take on whatever we viewers project upon them.

The dormant state of a garden in winter, metaphorically speaks to what gardening is all about; a process.  The cycle of life, death, and rebirth is the story of any garden, ever changing.  Winter is the great equalizer, whether a front-yard bed or acres of them.

We pine for those tiny sprouts, those early chartreuse buds and leaves.  They give us hope and, like a trumpet, announce that the flower fashion show of spring will soon begin.  We feel reborn as our senses emerge from hibernation, a protracted holding pattern.  We are like school children who have just heard the last bell of the year.  Ahh, for without winter, we would not know these joys.

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