Catkins, Seasonality and the Windowsill

The Manchurian Alder across from the Children's Garden, Brooklyn Botanic, dripping in catkins.

I'm learning that if you want to live with the seasons, you have to come to appreciate the uniqueness of their beauty. You can get flowers anytime in the city, shipped from warmer climates, but your vase won't reflect the season it sits in.
































The flowers and the color will be here before we know it, but for now, inspired by that amazing Manchurian Alder at Brooklyn Botanic, I'm enjoying a simple bouquet made of fallen catkins on the windowsill. I may be happiest and thrive best in the warmer months, but I'm learning to celebrate where I am, the here and the now.