The days were starting to lengthen but were still short enough to require a studio lamp for my last hour of painting. A bright cluster of blooms were pushing back the heavy grey of rain and fog outside the window. I worked against a harshness of pure colour that was edging up against the fading light. I failed. The natural ambiance of the moment prevailed. My brushes succumbed to the brash and vulgar brilliance of these flowers as seen near the end of a February afternoon. Oh, but they offered so much hope for a pending spring!