This rose survived a ferocious hail storm last week.
Light reflected from across the street onto the face of the Denver Public Library
Devastating fires drove my son from a summer camp near Colorado Springs to a substitute camp near in Estes Park. We took a few snaps during the transition.
I’m going to trust the opinion of these lilac buds that spring is in mid arrival and winter is done.
And as long as we don’t have some freakishly bitter snowstorm, these little white blooms promise to become pears.
But this treeling is more skeptical and has put out only one brave blossom. I hope it becomes a luscious peach.