The Pride of India tree spreads its red feathers against a lowering sky, the aged plum tree blooms and at its feet, primroses yellow, cream and purple.
B says when he sees these flowers, it is as if they are all singing happily.
While the rest of us were...well, while the rest of us were, quite frankly, making silly fools of ourselves, B went for a serious take on things, here he is as Businessman.