Once the sun becomes warm enough, walk along the stone path, sit through the gate, under the trellis. Sit on the marble bench. Feel the cool grass under your feet, the warm rays on your back. Do this every morning till the sudden variegated glints of red or purple or pink or orange catch your eye. They'll be the first blooms of the season. Clip one, bring it back, place it in a small white vase not he table. I will find it there, unyielding in its simple devotion to its own pure form, color and smell. I'll know Spring has come.
Top: Cyclamen, Freesia, Rhubarab
Base: Blonde Woods, Vetiver