This morning, when I looked out of the window, I could see that almost all the trees are now standing barren. The storm the other day has removed any trace of the beautiful golden and copper colored leaves and now they lie in heaps all over my terrace, in a need of raking. But as I looked across toward the fence, I could see that my rose was in bloom. The flowers have remarkably survived the night frost and the strong wind. What an extraordinary sight to observe - a delicate flower defying the season, despite the winter approaching rapidly.