Thought Winter was creeping in and the city had lost its colour. A bit of heart-shape pedal Primrose would brighten the greyness life and depressing day.
"Upon this Primrose hill,
Where, if Heav'n would distil
A shower of rain, each several drop might go
To his own primrose, & grow manna so."
-John Donne(1572-1631)
ps. my hotmail account name was derived from John Donne plus 1630!