January 2026

In spring, when colourful flowers sprout in the garden under blue skies, I feel light-hearted and cheerful – like the lively birds in the trees. It's quite different in winter, when a grey blanket of clouds as thick as cotton wool envelops the city and countryside, and only on bitterly cold days does the sun shine down on the bare landscape from an almost cloudless sky. Brown, beige, anthracite, with just a few splashes of dark fir green here and there: these are the colours of January. No wonder, then, that I often drag myself through the days during this time, feeling heavy and drained of energy. I miss the splashes of pink, orange, yellow and red in the gardens, the bright green of nature and, above all, the view into the blue distance. I would love to fly away, to wherever the flowers are blooming right now.
A few years ago, I discovered a way to beat the winter blues: I simply bring the missing colours into my home. Shortly after New Year's Eve, the new flower year begins in the flower shops. At the end of almost every walk through the biting cold, I buy a small pot of tulips, daffodils or hyacinths somewhere. I carry it home happily and place it on the windowsill in my little gallery of early bloomers. I enjoy watching the green stems sprout from the bulbs, the flowers soon unfold and the bright colours of spring enter our home. Outside, it will be several weeks before everything grows and flourishes again. But for us, the end of winter is heralded at the beginning of January. Flowers enchant everyday life in their own special way. And right now, that's good for my soul.