After my last appointment yesterday I took the subway to Jay Street, one station shy of my stop, so that I could check on the lavender park outside Borough Hall.
Crossing the median at Jay Street, I snapped a happy couple, just married.
The roses were in perfect condition.
It's such a cliched combination: lavender and roses. So predictable.
This is going to be rant, so delete if you must.
ReplyDeleteWhy is it always the man who has to be carried like a baby?
;-)
Hm. Dare I answer? :-)
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