As dark as shiraz.

The roses in my backyard, front yard, all over yard- all kinds of profusions of colour and species, but the Black Baccara, god love her. Almost sinister, the flower a witch might give to a beautiful lady in appreciation of some action or other. I must blip these at some stage, but for now, my mind is blown by this wee patch of delicacies that lead me into my home. Jonquils, daffodils, bluebells and plenty of other sneaky bits of beauty I don't yet know the names of.