We were out piling leaves on Kathleen's grave on the weekend and I wandered out early Sunday morning with a cup of tea in hand to make sure they had stayed. They had and I was amazed at how much like spring it was when I saw it. A primrose. A purple one. Blooming. Here in the Great White North. In November!!!!
We have seen them in bloom in Europe this time of year but never here. We have a picture of Martina as a tiny tot gazing at a yellow one that bloomed one Christmas morning in Eichgraben. But here?
Perhaps a rose or two for Advent. Some snowdrops to bring in February. Daffodils and cherry blossom for the beginning of March. Why not?
Roll on climate change!
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