Yellow Roses

I should premise by saying this has nothing whatsoever to do with Valentine's Day, but every year sometime between end-January and mid-March, I get this uncontrollable longing to fill my home with yellow roses.

I like winter. There is great beauty in it. But there can also be some long dreary weeks when the desire to hit the slopes ebbs, and the skating and snowshoeing have lost their lustre. When it starts to feel like winter is closing in and there is as yet no hope of spring - that's when my dreams are of yellow roses. A spot of sunshine in the grey cheerless heart of winter.

Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer...