
While the world is fading to brown around me here in Albuquerque, the gardens around my sister's house by the Bay are humming along. I was there for a visit this past week. My brother-in-law's pale version of Princess Flower (
Tibouchina urvilleana - above) is looking perky after a rainstorm.

Isn't Agapanthus supposed to bloom in the summer?

The roses were perfect. Just impossibly perfect (but apparently not impossible, because they were everywhere).


Just a tiny portion of this house's many roses.

The persimmon trees were glorious, the leaves and the fruit nearly the same color.

Persimmon trees would be great even if they didn't have delicious fruit.

The combination of roses and fall leaves were not unusual.


"Lemon tree, very pretty, and the flowers are so sweet..."
How many places can boast of blooming daylilies at this time of year?

Bougainvillea and Princess flower are blooming away. Hard to believe it is November.

When I was young, I used to wonder how anyone could stand living anywhere else. I realized that this climate was only a very small portion of country, and I felt sorry for everyone else. I felt very lucky.
Now I am everyone else. Then again there aren't that many people who get to live here, either. Every locale has its distinct characteristics to cherish, even if things are not blooming year-round.
I've got to remember that.