U are the face of a thousand flowers

Dad chose the subject of today's blip. I mentioned I'd better get cracking and sort a blip today and he said, "why don't you blip the Rhododendrons? Mum cultivated them".

So here they are, given the soft treatment, taken through a piece of glass, thinly smeared with Vaseline.

I also happened to stop and read a small framed picture in the hallway. It's a card I once gave Mum for mother's day that says:

"U are the face of a thousand flowers".

What a lovely synchronicity.

Better go, the final of Broadchurch is about to begin. I reckon Danny's killer is the police woman's husband.