Silken was the frosted air, rushing through the trees, quaking every leaf as the ripened sun flickered through the canopy. A shower of crimson, gold, and tangerine foliage glided through the cloudless, turquoise sky, gathering underfoot, mirroring the trees above….

Silken was the frosted air, rushing through the trees, quaking every leaf as the ripened sun flickered through the canopy. A shower of crimson, gold, and tangerine foliage glided through the cloudless, turquoise sky, gathering underfoot, mirroring the trees above….

Silken was the frosted air, rushing through the trees, quaking every leaf as the ripened sun flickered through the canopy. A shower of crimson, gold, and tangerine foliage glided through the cloudless, turquoise sky, gathering underfoot, mirroring the trees above….

The trees, glazed in ice, quaked in the artic wind, clinking like glass, frozen in Winter’s capable and unrelenting grip. As Winter continues to flex its muscles, and we again retreat indoors, consider introducing life and color into the home…