Les Jonquilles

My wife has bought them again this year just like last year - probably from the same woman at Saleya Market. I thought about the picture I had taken of them in the winter of 2009 just after I had arrived in Nice. They are like a clock whick ticks each February. One tick and one year is gone. And the ticking even seems to accelerate as I grow older. I may have accomplished so many things in one year which has just gone or very little or nothing at all. I just take things as they come and go each day.