Maybe Wool Would Do?

A well-endowed green bush, seen through french doors, stands with pride on a crisp (to me, damn cold) day, where, from nowhere, the color red is peeking through its plump leaves.

Intrigued, I reluctantly and slowly move toward the bush, all the while, my body shivering and my teeth clattering.

And,

 Maybe Wool Would Do

As I parted the leaves,

Lo and behold, this beautiful flower smiled back at me.

In less than a 30th of a second, I almost felt warmth.