December 9, 2024
Late Bloom
You couldn’t miss it.
A ”Look At Me” shade of red seemed to be calling out from the brownish, trampled grass at the bottom of my building’s back stairs.
A few years ago, on December first, I saw a single red rose clinging to a black wrought iron fence around the parking lot of the kabob house down the street. The petals held on, as if by strength of will, vibrant in color, alone where cars made short appearances for quick dinner pick-ups; easy to overlook.
I wondered: How could it survive in such an unkind environment? Didn’t it know the season for blooming was over?
I noticed this flower on the small patch of grass where my old Toyota slept like I noticed the rose at Noon-O-Kabob a few years ago, but something was different….
