On one particular day this past October, it was a bright, gorgeous day, a day too nice to be indoors, especially since I had been indoors too much recently. After noticing a nice photo of Central Park in the newspaper, we headed out for a leisurely stroll around the lake there. It had been awhile since we’d been there so we enjoyed checking out the new playground equipment, remembering the equipment from our childhoods, admiring the Music Haven space, and so on. As we headed back to the car, we both thought about seeing what was new in the rose garden. Of course, there would be no roses in late October, but we walked over anyway. However, almost every flower bed had quite a few roses, and some even had new buds. I hadn’t even hoped for this. Sometimes hope is hard to find. Like we sing sometimes we need others’ help to hope and “bring a song of love and a rose in the (almost) wintertime.”