As the winter rises to its peak, the colours invariably start spreading in Mom’s garden as well….am sorry for being repetitive but the beautiful flowers, their varied hues and shapes simply leave me spellbound!!
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Afternoon on a Hill”
P.S: The chrysanthemum is the November birth flower, which means with love and cheerfulness. The hidden meaning of this beautiful flower is you’re a wonderful friend.