Here on the West Coast, the predominant winter colours are green and brown – hues that I find restful and in a way, reassuring. With no foliage or flowers on the deciduous trees and vines, their architecture comes to the fore. Life seems simplified: whittled down to the basics, quiet and less complicated than during the growing season.
In our kiwi patch, there’s no sign left of those luscious yellows of fall – only bare limbs, peeling bark and the deep slumber of winter. Still, I can’t help feeling the vines are secretly awake, watching intently from their corner of the garden for any possible hint of spring.