Planting an idea

Pretty placement. There have been a lot of different restaurants at this busy corner in downtown Syracuse, I thought during my recent stroll. Never have I ever experienced Peruvian fusion cuisine, thought I as I took in this new possibility.

Up there

Ads everywhere. This downtown Syracuse business goes to great heights to get the word out.

Reach for the sky

Perspective. Plants need the sun, right, I thought as I passed this one perfectly placed during my downtown Syracuse stroll.

Walk I will

Always pay attention. If there was one thing I learned during the 30 years I worked in the heart of downtown Syracuse, it was to pay attention to the traffic signals. The intersections are always busy.

Adding our autographs to the really big baseball

Pre-game signings. Our local Triple-A baseball team does a good job with promotions to help stir interest. Thursday night, the family was eager to get to the Syracuse Mets game early enough so that my dear wife Karen, terrific daughter Elisabeth, George Three and I could add our names to the really big baseball. The…

Our knockout red roses

Bright appearance. Our front corner knockout roses sometimes come in thick as thieves during a blooming cycle. Other times, they’re a slow burn. I liked the way the small cluster of red stood out among the green and purple leaves.

Nature’s glitter

Not flowers. While meandering our backyard with our cherished rescue mutt, a flash along the rear fence caught my eye. At first I thought it was a new bloom. Nope. The thick plant cover has a shiny leaf.

Widespread red blooms

Gravity, proven. These pretty specimens grew to heavy for their stems, I saw while mowing our backyard. They look beautiful nevertheless, even while kissing the dirt and bricks.

Thriving azalea

Happy in the corner. My dear wife Karen tried several spots in our garden for our small azalea, but it didn’t want to bloom. The small corner next to our side alcove turned out to be its sweet spot. Happy summer to you, tiny but thick azalea.

Color combo

I do stop and smell them. There’s something about the blend of our pink and peach roses when they choose to bloom together along ur backyard path. The yellows and whites stay back, not wanting to interfere, says the part of my brain that wanders toward the why of these things.