I went for a walk on a sunny Sunday ....

... and saw, among other things ....
Brad's garden (and met Brad, who offered to put beets and broccoli in the box early tomorrow morning so I could come by and get them) ...
half a gargoyle ...
oranges glowing like harvest moons ...
shocking crimson bougainvillea ...
and flowering plum trees. As I was shooting these, a man surprised me with, "Do you like flowers?" He'd approached from behind, and was walking my way, so for a few blocks we chatted about gardens, and fruit trees, and the pleasures of perambulation. "My name is Bobby, nice to meet you," he said as we parted, shaking my hand.

If I had stayed inside this sunny Sunday, I wouldn't have met Brad or Bobby, or smelled the jasmine, or filled my lungs with good winter air.

I'm glad so I went.