After more than a year here in Oregon there are still pleasant surprises from Mama Nature. It is December 9, just short of the winter solstice, and gray is the predominant sky color. But tucked between a shed and a fence, in company with trash bins, over arched by several trees, and getting little sunshine – when there is any – is this lovely surprise. White flowers on glossy green leaves, determinedly blooming in flagrant disregard for what a plant “should” or “could” do at this time of year.
I don’t know what it is, but I am so grateful for this lavish show of confirmation that life blooms any where and every where.