I needed to escape the election noise today, and, November not usually being flower-full, the road took me to Longwood Gardens, a guaranteed Chrysanthemum Festival. Thousands of chrysanthemums–an early birthday treat for me. So I “rolled down the window and let the wind blow back my hair” to get there. Now, as I go through my photos of the day, I’m listening to the Boss, and feeling full of hope about tomorrow. Don’t tell the roses it isn’t summer any more. There’s something about a rose beside the topiary. The blooms never end at Longwood–open all year.