White rose

It was a bright morning so I enjoyed time in the garden doing useful tidying. We have three young men come once a fortnight for just forty minutes, but they are really do more of hedge cutting and things I can’t manage. They don’t seem to know a lot about gardening. There is still enough for me to do.
This white rose is covered with huge blooms. Although I left Wakefield before I was two years old, I still have an affection for the white rose of York.