One day, last winter, my neighbor commented wistfully that my garden is
always full of flowers. I told her that it isn't the flowers, but the
color and texture of the garden that she was seeing. When we went over
to look for the "flowers", there really weren't that many blooming, but I
did have lots of color because of other plants, shrubs, and rocks.
The only picture I have right now is one of a kale that lived through the
winter and the next summer and a nice white rock.
Someday, I will add more pictures and more text.