This morning, in Denver, it was minus eight degrees. Surely, winter. So I reminded myself of the last lines of the English poet Percy Bysshe Shelley’s poem Ode to the West Wind, “If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”.
But impatient in our tiny two-room town hut (as I call it) we brighten things up with flowers.
There is the late blooming Christmas Cactus. [Schlumberger, from Brazil.]
A pot of African Violets. [Streptocarpus, from East Africa.]
Lily of the Incas [Alstroemeria, from Peru.]
And finally, yet to bloom, Paperwhites [Narcissus papyraceus, from the Mediterranean region.]
To coin a phrase, this bud is for you.