Photo by Roman.
I could find pretty words to match this, one of the last of 2020’s blossoms, but the title is about as sentimental as I can get today, and that only if I stop right there.
What do they say about April being the cruellest month? Disappointed expectations will do that to you every time, you betcha. By the time December rolls around, one might hope for realism… Whatever that may be.
So accept this floral tribute to whatever this year has been for you. It’s more than the year is worth? Shut up and take the bloody flower.