promise and poetry

While I typically favor brightly colored flowers, when it comes to roses, I choose yellow.

I spied this rose earlier today and had to take a photo. (I hope my neighbor doesn’t mind.)

There’s so much promise and poetry here. And polarity. You can’t touch the stem (so thorny), but the petals (so soft) are buttery. Hoping this rose and its cousins hang on as long as the season allows.

something to say

There’s an office supplies store, Pieritz Bros., down the street from where I live, and the owner has a lot to say about education. Or at least I think he or she does.

Vintage typewriters are arranged in the window that faces South Boulevard. They offer quotes from well-known thinkers and writers.

Words to get your day started.