Water drenching the Serviceberry drops off as tiny dangling light bulbs.
My Morning Light grass in winter it is the color of warm sand lit by a sunset. It is as if the color screams life.
Not a dull brown or even tan. The grass against the cobalt fence is perfect.
Last night I looked at my Adirondack chair to see its arms white with hardened snow – just hours later its weathered gray arms hold nothing.