Walking home from an appointment at our neighborhood hair salon today, I felt the tropical storm like unseasonable weather, 19C (67F) and 90% humidity rather than 0C (32F) and snow. Although it was too warm for a coat, I wore one in case the scattered rain from the morning returned. When I reached the end of our block, I saw flowers.
A year or two ago, a neighbor helped out a busy young couple by planting a beautiful little triangle garden, a tasty single slice of pie. Plants are our neighbor’s business and the plot looks great all summer. Even now, spent blooms are lovely to see. I stopped to admire them.
A bouquet for you! ¡Olé! –Rebecca
Tis the season for solstice poems. See what the poets are up to this spin of the globe.
This post celebrates Flower of the Day.