One December, when I was a young girl, my father brought home a big fat bulb, bigger than any I had ever seen. With the family watching in a semi-circle he filled a big pot with special soil and set the bulb in its middle. It sprouted and grew centimeters almost as we watched. Its thick green head got rounder and rounder till it split right open, and the stunning red flower unfolded. I fell in love right there and then, and one of my Christmas tradition was born.
I caught these shots as the sun suddenly shone on an otherwise gray day