My mother loved Christmas roses, and she always looked for a few to pick at this time of year. She gave me a plant several times, but somehow they never thrived in my garden.
But the other day, I was poking about tidying up a border, and I found these, hidden behind another plant. I haven't picked any, because the stems are too short, and anyway I think they'll last longer outside.
Sometimes things grow, even when you don't expect them to.
Happy New Year, and I hope 2016 will be full of unexpected blossoms for all of us!