Promise

"He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy:
But he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in eternity's sunrise"
William Blake

A very fruitful morning prowl around my garden offered all sorts of promising possibilities for a photo. I'm certainly not bored with this current restriction of movement : it's making me look more closely.
I am delighted to discover todays offering : the first bud on my winter flowering Camelia. It's a species loved by the victorians, but for some reason went out of popularity. It's outside my backdoor, so I'll keep an eye on it for opening. It has a wonderful perfume. You'll probable see it again in a few days