Even in these tightening lanes, the seasons cycle around and around

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I have been terrifically wiped out by this set of holidays. The major accomplishment of Boxing Day was taking a walk and a couple of pictures, which I did shortly before sunset. I was very taken with the intertwining of the ember-bright berries and the fruits with their frost-feathers which I imagine would have been even more striking against snow. Both were tangled through the chain-link of a yard.



I believe the feathery vine to be old man's beard, although I am making this identification almost strictly from the illustration in Cicely Mary Barker's Flower Fairies of the Seasons (1988). I can't tell if the red fruits are winterberries or something else seasonally apropos and unwise to eat.



They look like the X-rays of snakes.

This afternoon is Boxing Day Observed, meaning the presence of my niece and my brother. I did not appreciate the prompt return of the contractors at an hour when I had already been unable to sleep all night.

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Those photos are lovely. (The return of the early-morning contractors is egregious.)

Thank you! (Seriously!)