A Brave Rose

What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, 1600

On a grey gloomy wet day I ducked down the steps to the garden, between showers, and picked this beautiful flower, trying its darndest to bloom under the deck. I've cheated somewhat, by putting it on a table in front of the window, and so getting a 'real' garden background. I did have a couple of visitors though, and time was short, so felt justified in capturing my blip without getting too wet! No sunrises today eh :)