We have a fushcia that is still flowering. It is uncanny yet comforting. There is a simple yet powerful joy in seeing it hold out against the cold. I think it is just in a sheltered spot that gets plenty of sun, but it is the sort of thing that can easily feel symbolic somehow.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Goodwill to all men. And women. A time when we get together with loved ones and old friends. A time for gatherings, parties. A time for retreating, to rooms with roaring log fires, decorations, song.