I am not really a winter sort of girl. Spring best suits me. I love the color of spring, the smell of newness that permiates the air. As a gardener, there is nothing like being present as the garden awakens after a long winter sleep.
But, there are those plants whose magic actually is best seen in winter. When line, shape and texture are alive and unencumbered by foliage or flower.
Reaching it's crooked, twisted arms out and up, Harry Lauder's walking stick polks the winter sky and laughs. His day has come. And he shines.