Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Describing winter--Lenora Worth

I live in the deep south and I love palm trees. My two big saga palms and another taller palm tree were just beginning to mature into lovely plants. That is until the artic blast that swept across the country caused their lovely fronds to turn an ugly brown. I found a little green underneath the brown so I'm hoping I can revive them come spring. Seeing all the brown in my yard where green used to be got me to thinking about how we describe settings in our stories. If I had to describe my yard right now it would read like a mystery novel:

The paltry wind did a lazy dance over the cold water of the unused swimming pool, causing a clutter of wet drowned leaves to float like a corpse in a never-ending swirling circle across the frigid gray water. The trees shivered with bare-boned chills each time a gust of icy wind hit them. They had already surrendered their lovely leaves and now they stood like laughing skeletons, hovering over the barren wasteland of twisted vines and long-dead blossoms. Who had lived here last summer? Who had laughed and splashed in that water? Would this vast garden of doom and gloom ever allow flowers to bloom again? Would the wind ever blow warm and balmy over the ancient roses and camellias? Or would death cling to this silent, uncaring landscape until everything had turned brown and decayed and forgotten?

Well, you get the picture. I can't wait for spring. How would you describe your winter garden? Is it pretty and snow-white, still blooming with winter blossoms or maybe like mine--not that bad unless your write suspense and your imagination goes wild. It was a dark and stormy day .....


EllenToo said...

My description of my winter garden would be no where near as graphic as yours. I can actually visualize what you are describing. I have a lot of tropical plants that I had to cover a couple of weeks ago and managed to save but the one I'm worried about is an ivy vine that has huge leaves which have turned yucky and are falling off. I only hope there is some life left in the base of the plant and it will put out new shoots.
I also hope your palms survive.

Debby Giusti said...

Lenora, what a great description of your garden!!! You need to include that in your next suspense.

I'm looking at a lake turned brown from runoff water after torrential rains. The trees, circling the water, arch their limbs skyward and beg the Lord to bring sunshine and warmth to the barren winter landscape.

Ellen, hope your plants survive. I may have lost two large potted plants on my front porch. They're now in the garage hibernating!

Lenora said...

Debby, your description sounds so sad for those lovely trees. Hope they find spring soon. We think we can save the palms, Ellen. It will just take a long time to get them back to being as pretty as they were before the freeze.