When the weather turns colder and the snow starts to come down, I hold onto thoughts of the Philadelphia Flower Show in March and tell myself I can survive another winter. Kind of like the young artist in O. Henry’s The Last Leaf. As I looked through photos of last year’s flowers, this one caught my eye. You may wonder why since the last thing it screams is “Spring!” and yet I thought, this is a plant that says “I’m not what you expect!” Some people are like that also, all prickly and gruff on the outside, but with souls as pretty as that flower once you get to know them. Anyway, have a great Thursday!