This past weekend I was originally planning to be in Boston to indulge in the holiday spirit at this time of the year and to see some friends, but family needs and a desire to keep things simpler kept me close to home. It was a good choice, and as I get older I feel less and less fear of missing out – not that I ever really had much FOMO in the first place. A social introvert by nature, I never minded a quiet weekend at home, so that’s what Andy and I spent this past weekend enjoying.
I do plan on getting to Boston at some point to have our Holiday Stroll with Kira, and not a virtual re-telling of time and circumstance, but the old-fashioned kind where we hit the streets again right before Christmas. We did our practice run-through with this year’s Friendsgiving, which is where I took the photo of the white rose seen here.
Roses in December have not been uncommon in recent years (climate change is real and happening, whether you like it or not) but I still get a thrill seeing them in bloom so late in the season, and such a perfectly formed white rose brings the glory of June back to mind – not an unhappy visit down memory lane, when all the world lit up with sun and heat, and the start of summer was as close then as the start of winter is near now.
This specimen poked its beauty forth along the Southwest Corridor Park as I made my way back to the condo in the early afternoon to prepare for the arrival of an old friend. Whether November or June, an old friend works wonders for the soul. As does the simple beauty and enchantment of a rose.
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