Pretty (early)

Front of MAs house; this poor Iris is as unsure of the season as the most ardent climate change skeptic isn't.
When I'm an old man, I'll be the one mooching around absent-mindedly stroking my beard and mumbling semi-coherently about seasons with real snow, April Showers and crop rotation.. hang on, that was yesterday.
A beautiful bloom for a front garden in January. So beautiful that it's crying.

The joke voted the funniest at the Edinburgh Fringe this year was about an unlikely subject: "I needed a password eight characters long so I picked Snow White and the Seven Dwarves." Nick Helm