Pretty pink flowers:
monkey puzzle tree." At first, I thought it was a cactus of some sort, but on closer inspection, it also seemed a bit like a pine. The authoritative Wikipedia says the latter.
I took these pictures while walking this past Sunday, wrapped in leggings, warm-up pants, leg warmers (don't judge! You would, too!), a t-shirt, a turtle neck, a thermal lined sweat shirt with hood up, a cat burglar stocking cap, gloves, and a thick scarf. The temperature was in the low 40s (Fahrenheit). My body is sometimes a little confused here because my eyes see the flowers, my skin feels the cold, but my head says "it's Christmas time so the weather should be colder."
Nonetheless, I've grown to like even the dreary days; although I do resist the urge, on those dreary days, to hop on a train with a bag of sugary comfort food, and ride around the country listening to audiobooks and knitting all day -- or at least all of the above minus the train ride. I've learned to embrace the dreary coldness and pull it about me like a wool comforter, which it resembles. In fact, sometimes an actual wool comforter helps! Sometimes, acceptance is the only way to hold off the depression because fighting the grey will only frustrate you and send you into the pit of futility.
The grey also makes such surprises as flowers in December ever the brighter.
By the way, we just had snow. Snow and flowers in December!