A few sights on the walk through Holiday Wonders.

The magnolia grooves, dancing to the beat of the heartwoods. Her limbs sweep down to touch Earth before reaching back up to Sky.

The pines are dressed for a more formal social affair it seems. There’s much underground intermingling amongst them, or so I’ve heard.

The crepe myrtle sings an operatic solo.

Magic is made.

Enjoy the season!