By now, the leaves have all fallen to fully reveal the architecture of the garden. Trees and shrubs are unclothed, and the bones of the garden remain. Perhaps the most beautiful expression of this can be found in Japanese gardens, where cascades of maples and spreading cherry trees have been beautifully pruned for decades. Every turn of the path in such a garden is a lesson in the satisfying simplicity of line and form.
But today, on a walk to the pastures in Langley to visit a little black December lamb, I was impressed by the gnarled dignity of old hedges, fruit trees and a weeping willow, surely untouched by pruners for many years. Standing starkly against the winter skies these trees have their own austere and enduring beauty, branches garnished in lichen and moss......
This old willow, a mass of green in summer, has an elegant tumbled grace in winter.
The remnants of an old orchard still bear apples in summer
Up close, even this messy old hedge has its own mossy beauty
These bare, black limbs seem the essence of mid-winter...the nearly-horizontal tree is a favorite of the sheep that rub their backs on it...
And here's the woolly black baby lamb, born in the dead of winter but surviving just fine....

