back and forth, back and forth

i keep bouncing back and forth here between the deep winter subjects outside my door, and the out-of-season flowers and dried bits inside. am i giving any of you whiplash? vertigo? discordance? if so, i apologize. we are heading into a week of below-zero temps. (deg. F)…so i will likely be staying mostly inside after today.  i have house plants to cut up, and dried autumn bits to play with, and a few stems hanging upside down from hooks in a spare bedroom. i did not consciously set out to make myself a winter cache. like the squirrel, i was acting out of instinct. we are simpler, i believe, than we want to accept.

white pine branch with frosted needles