In the deep midwinter

Watery sunshine lights up the garden at the start of the new year.

On this mild midwinter’s day I find a few errant blooms, bravely struggling on long after closing time:

The last violet buds of agapanthus trumpet towards the sky; A single bloom of cerise osteospermum is unsure whether it is safe to fully open; A determined mauve wallflower presses on with its endless display of do-or-die; whilst the first primrose arrives well ahead of the Easter party.

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.
– Henri Matisse


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