Winter only truly begins for me when I see the first flower on my witch hazel (hamamelis). Uncurling its little bright yellow blossoms, gold as the sun in summer. The delicious scent wafting through the chilly air, perfuming the garden on these dark winter days."Of winter's lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer's secret
Deep down within its heart."
~Charles G. Stater