Borne on naked branches,
Winter Honeysuckle.
An unexpected, balmy scent-cloud;
I am embraced by fragrance at the kitchen door.
Winter gifts these small pleasures to us -
Droplets of delight to lift my dank, grey days.
01/08/2014
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This so captures that unexpected waft of fragrance characteristic of several winter flowering plants. They seem to know just what we need in the depths of winter.
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