“Bare branches of each tree
on this chilly January morn
look so cold so forlorn.
Gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday’s dusting of snow.
Yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow"..excerpt Nelda Hartmann
Woke up to dense fog…no life anywhere that I could see…dead silence in the city as if during the night the rest of the world had quietly packed up and moved away…the snow that fell a few days before still covered the ground, the trees like so many ghosts, faint silhouettes in the greyness..
Later a ray of sun penetrates the gloom…gradually buildings emerge as if from hiding and the city comes alive..Janis Zroback
The bottom of the garden in Watercolour on Arches Paper