You wander out of the small cabin into the night air, thick with the perfume of flowers. Though the night is warm, the piles of snow still remind you of winter’s grip. The dense thicket of trees calls to you and you pick your way between them, searching for something.
Every now and then the light of the moon breaks through the canopy and illuminates the dark red flowers twining their way between the thistles and greenery.
The flowers evoke spring, but the chill is there. Dark colours, powdery snow, tangled leaves and stems. A transition bouquet, a transition cake.
Cake recipe can be found here.