I thought the wintercreeper berries were all gone, but on a bright crisp winter morning they are brighter than anything else in the entire world, or at least the world I can see.
You can see their paper little shells pulled back, and perhaps they simply hadn’t opened before the snow began. Though I love the muted tones of winter, and the addition of a brilliant dawn and morning adds unforeseen highlights to all it touches, these bright red orange berries, shiny and new, are truly like candy for the eyes. Perhaps they’ll see me through til the maple buds swell open and the first crocuses open their arms. That is, if the cardinals and blue jays don’t have them for lunch.