Yesterday afternoon, in the middle of the snow storm, there was no indication of a plant in the Chinese pot on my bistro table (there is one, a Viola, under several inches of snow). This morning, as the sun was rising, the snow was beginning to glisten and invite another picture. Not, however, an invitation for tea and brioche (or my neighbor Catherine's favorite: tea and scones). It will take a few more months.
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