
I' ve mentioned these before, but have been overwhelmed by them lately. I found them especially comforting on a dreary New York afternoon, when I was suddenly reminded of how grey the city can seem when the sun' s hazed over and the spring weather lapses autumnally.
One petulant cloud made his angry way over the sky and stayed all day. The whole place felt like Gotham City—or could have. But I was saved by Manhattan' s high taxes, and the generosity of a few green-thumbed neighbors who offered their own pots and plants as deliverance from the asphalt. There' s really nothing as generous as planting flowers.
When I got home, I added a couple to my own stoop. Lupe loves to chew the petals. Here she' s beguilingly patient, hoping I' ll spot a neighbor and get wrapped up in conversation so she can feast. If only I could employ her eager claws for precise hole-digging and her jowls for weeding. The garden would thrive.







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