No, this is not a post on the weather, nor about flowers. It's the title of the book that occupied all my afternoon and evening.
I picked up a copy of Lawrence Block's "All the Flowers are Dying", (possibly the last of the Matthew Scudder series) and made the mistake of opening it at lunch. I couldn't put it down until I had finished it. And it's now 3:30 in the morning.
So the post I had planned will have to wait until tomorrow.