No one told the flowers that winter had returned last week, and none of them seem to care. Whipping wind and rain, plummeting temperatures, but still the flowers bloomed and buds the color of autumn formed. It’s time, I suppose. Time for spring.

Snippets of conversation about the vaccine and variants. Someday I’m looking forward to hearing something unexpected.

If I couldn’t hear something else, I did at least wander down some new streets with Ollie, who enjoyed the different smells. We both dawdled, slowing down time.


Located at: Beacon Street, Somerville

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