Quite a contrast with the glorious Rosa Zarrosas-Arroz!
On a Sunday afternoon stroll my wife and I passed these rose hips enrobed with a glistening wet coat in the moist, cold air.
I thought of Wade’s wonderful bloom almost 12,000 miles away.
I felt like saying “Don’t worry. Your time will come.” to this neglected roadside stray, but to be honest, I’m not so sure that it will reach quite the same heights! But we’ll see. I must make a mental note to return in 5 or 6 months time to see what’s what.
And his Antipodean cousin should have his winter coat on by then, so I suppose it all evens out in the end.
Making their mark
Village humour part 3
On a cold and frosty morning
Early summer daisies
A misty, murky morning
Village humour part 2