Winter is upon us and in the garden there are still a few roses clinging on to their flowers, just a few, but each one is a welcome sight.
They're not perfect, but then I do not aim for perfection in my garden I aim for what pleases me. Roses please me.
|Belle de Jour|
Winter rose flowers take on a translucent demeanor. You can almost see them shivering. I am fairly certain they take on a pitiful voice this time of year 'look at me mum, I'm still flowering...... love me......'
and I do love them.