In a season of contraction and consideration, observe the Oak, withdrawn into its most essential self. Skeletal yet potential, the scaffold of another Summer waits. The crown is round, with or without leaves.








Meanwhile, in a nearby Hickory, a round reminder of last year lingers in the form of a spent wasp nest, but Spring is already showing in the green buds at the very tips of the Sycamore Maple twigs.





Hints of several seasons, but Winter holds its breath, and waits...