We walk in the morning before breakfast. Almost every day. Dreary, rainy, sunny, beckoning — whatever. We have our routes. But sometimes we venture along a street or an alley off our usual pattern.
Last week on a dreary morning, we ventured down an alley that rarely calls to us. (An aside about the alleys of the Friendly neighborhood. Some of them are magnificent. People’s most amazing gardens line these little lanes.)
On this second week in December, we saw this gallant little rose, still somehow nourished despite the dearth of sun.
Susan Palmer's Exquisite Now 