One of the small pleasures of living on Sherlock Avenue is watching our neighbor's climbing roses as they weave their way through the slats toward the sun. We enjoy the abundance of soft pink blossoms provided each Spring. As I walked past their house this afternoon, I was intrigued by this lone bud. It is not discouraged by the impending frost.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
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