|Layer upon layer|
One day, one flower opened. The next, two more. Soon after the fourth blossom opened, I had to stake the heavy stalk with a stick from outside and the leftover purple yarn from a failed crochet project. The amarillys stands by one of S.'s collage-paintings.
|Flowers, shadow, and collage|
As winter presses toward me, I am comforted by the presence of living, growing things in the house. There is still color in the world.