Every year there is one rose branch that still has new growth and the colors are quite amazing in such a gloomy cold weather. Many parts on this wild rose plant are bare and brown, except for this one.
Along the side of my front lawn, these berries are the only thing left that added a bit of color to my world. Birds of all kind seem to like them, thorns and all.
The huge tree in my neighbor's yard are full of berries, and I don't know what they are called. Again, these berries are food for many critters during the winter.
~~Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindness, and small obligations given habitually, are what preserve the heart and secure comfort.~~Humphry Davy