It was 18 degrees below zero (Farenheit) when we woke the other morning. The landscape is lunar. So I’m in need of this cheerful eyeful:
The amaryllis, alas, is no more; but lives on in virtual space and my memory — This interminable winter will end someday, and meanwhile its image still warms our eyes.
FLASH! To make this eye and EAR candy, go over to Pauline Clarke’s Writing Down the Words; she brings together this photo and her poem, A Little February Romance —