One of the joys of living in the Blue Mountains is the clear demarcation of the seasons. After the colourful mosaic of falling leaves in autumn, winter can seem devoid of colour at a glance. Many trees are bare, their branches reaching towards the thinner sunshine, seeking elusive warmth. But there is colour to be found on a winter walk.
There are some plants that come into their own in winter, such as this shrub with its bright petals. There are also bulbs appearing, inclulding jonquils and daffodils, and daphne is another delight with its waxy blooms and distinctive scent. There are lots of camellias to enjoy too.
It is a joy to see more street libraries appearing around villages and towns, and you never know what book might be there just waiting to be read. It’s good to be able share books with others, and there is a special kind of joy in finding a book that is right for the moment.
Bright pops of colour appear in the bush at this time of year, including the warming glow of these banksia. They light the way on the dullest of days.
As trees and shrubs strip back to basics, other features draw the eye, such as this Cupid. He is part of a sculpture, and was highlighted in the winter sunshine.
But one of my favourite finds was this gnome, his bright eyes almost conspiratorial in a garden bed.
[Photo: golden wattle in the winter sunshine]
jml297 
There is colour even in the dreariest time of winter. One just needs to keep one’s eyes open as is evidenced in your post today.
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Sigh. Winterberry is about the brightest addition we have around here in the winter. Of course real Yankees say the variation in the color of all the snow we get is entertaining.
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I love the gnome 🙂
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