lingering in my imagination

it is shame it is not comfortable to sit and linger in a winter garden. i find the delicate stems and intricate scaffolding every bit as engaging as the summer foliage and colorful blooms.  i will have to linger in my imagination–sitting in a comfy chair, reading a book, as the squirrels and nuthatches make the only noises beside my contented breathing and perhaps a quick sob or two as mr. darcy says it has always been you to elizabeth bennet.

winter weed stems on fresh snow