November roses

It’s been a strange year in so many ways, and for some reason the roses have resurrected after a long summer’s sulk and gifted me a bouquet. Once I had a hundred bushes, all antiques that I collected like stamps and placed in wandering beds around my garden. After many battles with wildlife, disease and weather I surrendered and just accepted those that survived.

I’m down to about 10 bushes now, which I tend in a more casual way, accepting whatever nature sends.

Gathering whatever was at hand, I plunked them into my mother’s precious deep blue pitcher and was pleased with my gift.