There’s simply no reason for denying it any longer. I am hoping this will be a long-lived romance, 
filled with blossoms throughout the seasons. How could I not fall in love with my Bengal Clock Vine? I think it must have sensed my need to be surrounded by exquisite flowers. New blooms are opening every few days. What a lucky moment it was this summer when I brought this vine home, not realising that it wasn’t much like its Black-eyed Susan-Vine cousin.
Lest the Bengal Clock Vine decide to take a break from blooming,
there is my birthday Orchid to take its place. I’m in love with it too, now that I stop to think about it … such a fickle heart I have. How can one not fall for the intricate blossoms of an orchid?
What astonishes most people who come through my front door though, is the Bougainvillea growing on my front windowsill.
I marvel at its hardiness, considering the only thing separating it from -20c temperatures is a single pane of glass. The bracts are holding on amazingly well. My heart skips a beat when the sun is shining and the Bougainvillea is framed by the stained-glass curtains. How easy it is to fall in love with flowers.
I’m not venturing out much these days, except for walking Lytton, the big, brown dog. My son and I get such a kick out of watching him fly through the snow. These are times I cherish – walking with my fifteen-year-old son and enjoying our wide-ranging conversations. He amazes me with his ideas, his choice of words, his spontaniety and his gentle soul. Hopefully, we’ll continue our daily walks upon Benoît’s return to school next week. However are we going to get up when the alarm clock sounds so early in the morning?
Kate smudges in earth, paint and life 
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