Cabbage Boutonniere

 Every fall, I can tell that winter is closing in when I see the city's landscape contractors replacing the more delicate flowers with what look like fookin' purple cabbages. Cabbages, daggonit! And there are white ones, too! In the winter, covered in snow, they take on a tired crystalline beauty, looking for all the world like a batch of over-the-hill debutantes, gathered for one last ball.