I have a new camera to better document the splendid gift of the gods that is otherwise known as my garden.
Alas, it is the heart of deepest winter here in New England - one that has seen many feet of snow dumped upon us - and no garden presently thrives. New pictures of my Eden must wait until friendly climes resume. But fear not, devotees of the most marvelous of gardens! Just as Holger the Dane slumbers beneath Elsinore ready to once more come forth in glory, so too does my garden lay in wait until the day it resumes shining marvelousness upon the land.
Until that fine day, dear readers, content yourselves with marveling at these pictures, taken with my new camera, of the garden deep in its hibernation.
