The white picket gate is open, beckoning us in to follow the path, to amble down the stone path. Spring is my favorite time to visit this lilac garden. This little space preserved from the low-income apartments whose shadows loom over the fences on either side, or the railroad track out behind.
This Saturday afternoon there is no one about. It's early spring yet, and the solitude has not been broken by the chatter and carelessness of visiting throngs. The tulips are up but most are not blooming yet,
*I will be having a shoulder joint replacement surgery tomorrow, and appreciate your prayers. This post will have to serve until I re-cooperate. Thanks for your understanding.