The calender is more right than our minds. Winter has not come, even though we are anxiously awaiting blankets of snow and singing carols about sleigh rides. It is still fall. This single rose has clung onto fall far longer than the rest of us. Protected by the house, it has not noticed that temperatures have dropped into the 20’s. I never look at this diminutive rose bush in the regular season, but now it is the highlight of the whole garden.