In winter on its way into the ground ...
... to hopefully survive the frost and snow to bring light into life with its beauty next summer.
Until then, I'll wait. Through the darkest months of winter, I wait. To see if it will survive to bloom again in all its glory.
If not, well, the hope of its survival will at least have given me something. For no waiting is in vain; especially waiting in the darkest time with a picture of a beauty like this in mind; waiting for next summer.