Indeed, and obviously, it's a symbolic shout-out to 2020. One of last year's waxed-in amaryllis buds, liberated, repotted, and optimistically sprouting. Its counterpart has been more shy, but something's happening.
Greenery ... today my father (somehow failing to answer the phone and the Happy New Year call that we were making) sent me, by way of response and NY greetings, a great, and recent, photo of Wimbledon Common that a friend had taken and sent. But it's so green! said Alice. Indeed. And that reminded me all over again how strange I find it in the US (not counting Southern California) that grass goes beige and dead and dull for all the winter months: it's a monochrome (and subtle) set of landscape colors; it's all very Andrew Wyeth. For yes, in southern England at least, there might be frost, and snow, and chilly weather - but it's always more or less verdant.
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