First of the year

There's a ritual I follow every year, since more than a decade: when the first flower opens, I take a photo of it.

In some way, flowers saved me, time ago. Their colors bring light into the darkness of my memories. I want to remember this every year, and celebrate, my own way, the moment the first one blossoms. I hope that, eventually, I'll completely recover, and will paint the garden in vibrant colors, like I used to do. But while that happens, I have the strength to, at least, be there for the first of the year.

Have a great day! :-)