Rose

Today I spent some time at Lincoln, a small (but growing) village 20-30 minutes from Christchurch.

After I'd done what I was there to do I visited a friend from work. She and her husband have a beautiful garden. She'll always tell me what's wrong with it but I thought the roses were stunning. Maybe not today as I'm back-blipping and it's extremely windy. They'll have copped a hard time.

I can't remember the name of this rose. She grows the beautiful Peace rose too. I nearly cried when I saw it because it reminded me of Mum.