I returned to the scene of my vision of Mary and the Dog this morning, with my camera, and what to my wondering eyes should appear but an entire garden full of out-of-season flowers and foliage.
I had just read the story of the Virgin of Guadalupe (today is the Feast of the Virgin of Guadalupe) and how she gave to Juan Diego, the Mexican Indian she appeared to in 1531, fresh-cut roses to take to the bishop to prove he had seen her—miraculous roses that shouldn’t have been blooming in December. And now here a whole improbable garden had blossomed outside this window, obscuring my vision, unfortunately, but worthy of documentation nonetheless. (Sorry, I don't know how to rotate photos.)
It tuned out that the store with the statue of the Immaculate Conception in the window belongs to an outfit called American Foliage, and they had just received a huge delivery.