Dear Liza,
This afternoon Auntie Bridgett and I bundled up and went for a walk around the neighborhood. We saw the usual bare trees and brilliant blue sky, a few lonely piles of leaves no one had thought to rake, and a few folks out putting up Christmas lights.
But what caught me eye were flowers! Real, blooming flowers, looking amazingly lovely but out of place.
It has been near freezing every night, and not much more than during the day. We haven’t had rain in a week.
How are these growing here? They are not in fancy greenhouses, but rather tatty looking yards, looking sort of like they forget summer was over.
I have not a clue why, but I took pictures of them to prove they were indeed here. Just another surprise up here in Portland.
Love,
Grandma Judy
