Sometime around Thanksgiving I bought two bunches of tulips for my winter work table – my other work table is in the unheated studio. I splurge on fresh flowers for myself in the winter when none are available to cut from the garden – they help hold the grey weather at bay. I’m not sure why, but these particular tulips held me completely in their thrall. Their subtle changes day to day fascinated me. They lasted for more than a week.