springs eternal, and summers over, falls "like a blind roofer" and winters cold ...
ugh, bad poetic-ness. The poinsettias are still lovely and I hope to keep them, barring any extended absences like this past year.
The vines are Jean's jasmine, happy to be inside where it's sunny and warm. I entirely sympathise on this cold windy day.
My wish is that we grow in wisdom and beauty, whenever and whereever that's possible, and throw out whatever hinders or harms in this year to come.
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