My neighborhood is full of beauty, too much to truly see – I’m not big enough to take it all in. When I go down a different street or path, and even on the same old route, I always find some bit of leaf or flower so exquisite I can’t comprehend it.
This little rose is on an overgrown and untended bush with hundreds of others, a block from my house, and when I get to within ten feet of them they come right at me with their enthusiastic olfactory greetings, giving themselves to me and saying, “Love us!” I do. I almost weep over them.
A few streets over, I met some beauties who were less assertive,
but made me think that a wedding was about to happen.
Last of the whites, my close neighbor Vera’s roses
are the whipped cream on the wedding cake:
I had never seen such a flower as this one, sitting on a spike, an agave I believe.
It was in a row of similar plants and the flowers were pristine,
but tousled by the evening breeze.
I think this rose is a Double Delight. It was a double delight in any case:
And lastly, a pittosporum in bloom. They smell like orange blossoms!
I’m hopelessly in love.