Under the apple tree in the Penn South community garden a hint of the medieval tapestry --weeds and little violets.
A lovely little old lady whose companion was sweet and attentive. When I get very ancient and child-like I hope someone is just as kind to me.
The fire hydrant gushes water all over the road and the sidewalk.
The woman in charge has the wrench that stops and starts the flood.
According to Pat, the crossing guard, even the cops quake when the sanitation truck driver yells at them and tells them to move. Enviable power.
