To my eternal shame I have no gardening ability. And frankly no desire to cultivate.
This handicap does not prevent me from enjoying the astonishing array of colors and shapes growing all around us in the Southernmost City.
Walking Southard Street, a burst of color, below:
Puffy clouds, sunshine, warm temperatures a winter privilege.
I was on lunch break, Rusty was at home, but I had a canine companion keeping me under observation:
The gingerbread style decoration everywhere:
A pleasant way to walk away a half hour outdoors, one half of my lunch break.