Not much to offer you –
just a lotus flower floating
In a small jar of water.
Ryokan 18thC Zen Poet.
They are undemanding. They want only a well-dug bed, and to be planted the right way up, with the little stalk protruding minutely above the ground.
They will accept whatever winter brings: the frost, the rain, the snow.
Next June and July they will be ready for harvest.
I love onions. I use them every day. However bad the day has been, I am revived by the fragrance of frying onions.