As I was sipping my cherry liqueur last night, looking at some photos I took in the past, I wondered what had caught my attention this time last year.
I'd lie if I said my mind didn't think of flowers and I was right.
The bulbs in the pots next to my son's balcony door were my faithful models.
Now, some of these bulbs have blossomed or are about to, here - you see, I brought them along when we moved as I knew they'd make me smile.
But my freesias are back home and I noticed last week that they'll be open soon. I hope not too soon! I hope they'll wait for me! Nine more days!