It is Winter Here

It is cold and damp and grey.

I live in a large city among many old buildings , similar to what you would see in Paris, similar to what you might see in Spain or Italy .

Granite, marble, black wrought iron.. parks with bare trees, although there are some trees that stay green all year, I am thankful for them.

So at this time of year, I long for great bunches of flowers.

I keep them around the house, but to gaze out the window at a field of poppies?

To wander through acres of sunflowers ?

Heaven.