It is hard to put a value on my winter flowers. They are not expensive nor exotic. They are, however, treasures to me. I have to work to make it through winter. I must be part plant.
I need the sun. I am an outside dog. I must be under the sky, not under a roof. This winter has been kind so far, but cold will come. Then I will be inside trying to stay alive until spring.
My flowers keep me afloat. They brighten my rooms with their blooms. My colorful, little life rafts hold me up. The Schlumbergeras and amaryllis/hippeastrum save me until spring. For this I am grateful.
FLOW
floweralley 
Sounds like we’re cut from the same cloth, Flow. 😉 Beautiful Amaryllis!
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I know the feeling. I am lucky enough to have a few outside flowers here, but I spent the first half of my life in the far north growing houseplants.
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Hope your winter is sparkling and cheery, like your flowers. Happy New Year!
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Tomorrow is January! Thanks
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