There is also a snowdrop appearing.
These photos were taken on January 17th.
There is one bedraggled rose blooming beneath our dreary skies. Its perfume is intact. It seems to show the state of humanity—rather sad and yet still the possibility of the divine within.
My on-going resolution, which has nothing to do with the calendar, is to keep on trying to become Good.
“(When) sitting the brother sees the flower wilt(ing) and the rust (coming out), (he feels) his bone bend(ing); (then into) his head the hoe comes (to till) the garden (that) never fades.”
The Revelation of Arès xvi/17