" THE ROSE "

"Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger an endless aching need.
I say love it is a flower and you its only seed. "

This is the first rose we have planted in this garden, brought in from our last home in a pot.  It is called "Moody Blues" and smells divine.

We have had rain all through the last evening and throughout the day.  Although it has been cold and horrible, the garden has needed it.  But sadly the snails and slugs have also enjoyed it so I have been working over time to try and protect my plants.

We are travelling back to Stogumber tomorrow to attend a party for a friend so will get the chance to see a few old friends.  The cats will have a break in a local cattery and Phoebe will revisit her old 'boyfriends Harry and Archie' in a neighbouring village to Stogumber.  We will stay and return on Sunday after visiting Adrian and Matthew.  Sadly Adrian is going to have to go into hospital as his  big toe has not recovered and will need treatment under anaesthetic. 

Will catch up with you all on our return.

Thankyou for the kind comments on my art décor lamp. xxxx