Floral stoics still make a virtue of embracing each season in turn. Like Berowne in Shakespeare's Love's Labour's Lost, they insist that at Christmas they 'no more desire a rose / Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; / But like of each thing that in season grows.

-Kasia Boddy

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