"The color of springtime is in the flowers,
the color of winter is in the imagination."
—Ward Elliot Hour
A glimpse of a back garden in the early afternoon, behind a neighborhood Victorian, made me long to be sitting there, cat on lap, tea in thermos, notebook at the ready, watching for winter birds, drinking the sun in, ignoring the chill in the air, not having to go back to work.
images: Pierre Bonnard, Austin garden, rusted fence