I picked this rose on Friday . . . it almost doesn't look real. It's nearly December and it has been cold, but obviously not cold enough to kill this beauty. It makes me happy. I'm hoping it will last three more days until the first of December.
Pete and Clara and I had Thanksgiving in the City. We made a stop in Brooklyn at Clara's new apartment in DUMBO (Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass). It really is under the overpass. The apartment is a spacious fourth floor walk up which she'll be sharing with one of her roommates from her semester in Florence. I became very nostalgic driving in on the BQE, always our route home when we lived on St. Marks Place. I miss the City, although I am glad not to live there full time anymore.
There's a park at the end of the street -- isn't this bench cool? Something you would expect out in the country . . . .
You can see the Empire Street Building across the East River . . . and the Brooklyn Bridge Park, built after we moved away, starts just around the corner. The neighborhood is filled with great stores and bistros. It's an exciting place to be for a new college graduate.
We had Thanksgiving dinner in Soho, at Pete's cousin's home. They have a great loft, and after dinner we climbed five flights of stairs (burned off all that stuffing) to look at the roof top gardens.in the neighborhood. There's a lot of magic in New York City, as well as all the yucky stuff, and I love being able to partake of that sometimes. I guess that's one of the things I'm thankful for this year . . .