A chilly blush

This pink-tinged variety of bougainvillea began showing up at the plant stores here in recent years, and as I saw this sprig peeking out from a whitewashed fence on Truman Avenue today, I couldn't help thinking of fair skin reddened by a chill, brisk wind.

Robert doesn't get it, but those of us who've been here awhile are bundling up -- you even see some people in stocking caps and scarves -- because temperatures are dipping into the low 60s.

No big deal, until you remember most of us have no insulation, no heat and no tolerance for much under 75. Good thing we're not in Orlando, where it's supposed to hit 28 tonight. I'm not even thinking about anything farther north than that.