singing in the garden In the winter, nearly everything hiberates. sleeping Beauties Where flowers bloom, so does hope. -Lady Bird Johnson Text and art by Ginny Neil 86 BlueRidgeCountry.com the world outside my window is hibernating. Trees raise leafless branches up to the sky and many of the animals are tucked away in cozy dens breathing slowly as they wait for warmer days. The pace of my days has slowed as well. The garden is asleep and the sun, which is riding the southern edge of the hori-http://www.BlueRidgeCountry.com