Thursday, February 17, 2011
Three maidens danced in a frozen whirl. The fountain was missing its triumphant plume, and the pool below was filled with snow.
While still a fine place for city walking, the grand garden seemed off-kilter. Color, dazzling in other seasons, was confined to muted tones of white, brown, and gray, leavened only with a bit of ivy or yew clinging to green.
But we also know that winter, as inevitably as it began, will end. The little piper and his companion will shake off their snow, the dancing maidens will revel in the coming warmth, and the garden will reawaken into spring.