A small grocery store (of the variety you see in New York City neighborhoods, or in Paris for that matter) is six blocks from our house and it has a full complement of the foods we buy. It drew us out this morning, on the hunt for shallots, garlic, onions and green beans. Despite the nippy 30F morning air, we saw these roses, tinged with frost, which have lost all sense of season. I’ve written about roses blooming midwinter here, but they keep astounding me. I remain amazed and gratified.
Then, of course, on the whimsy side…a little plastic swan.
Daily walking, eyes open. So good for body and soul. I hope I keep getting to do this for a long long time.
Susan Palmer's Exquisite Now 