A rare, for me, posed set of pictures. First, the simple informational snap.
Next, some views of the dogwoods, entering their grumpy winter sleep, waiting uneasily to discover how Deb has trimmed them while they were sleeping.
Finally, we add in the patina of the flower buckets and the dejected ornamental grass.
I suppose, if I were a completist, I would have also snapped and posted pictures of the gutters I cleaned out today. They were so full of leaves and decomposition that the water could not follow the dictates of gravity.
I’m not a completist.
