Red berries around every corner this time of year, bringing a bit of seasonal cheer and a happy reminder of all that blooms in winter.
Those red shoes though.
Happy winter, friends.
“We shall have spring again.” — C.S. Lewis
Twenty seventeen. I unintentionally almost made it to March without taking a single photo. Everything has its plan either way.
Well, I can’t say I didn’t ask for it.
Happy almost winter solstice. Even if it’s about to be unseasonably warm outside, it’s feeling like a winter wonderland inside this cozy nest I call home.
Until the first day of spring.