Roses

 Today's little joys.

The scent drifts through my room. There are six different varieties in the vase. That little touch of acid green from the Alchemilla seems to set off the richness of the roses.

What next?

 Whatever next??

Poor harmless Janet and John books, used by so many schools, loved by so many children, now have a warning. 

I cannot believe it. Yes, if you look at them now they have old fashioned ideas, Mummy busy doing the washing up while Daddy reads his newspaper. It happened. It was life. Surely we are all adult enough to realise that different times bring different values?

Do we really need a warning? And what next? The Flopsy bunnies pilloried because Mr McGregor was a nasty man? Winnie the Pooh books pushed aside because Eeyore had mental health problems?

I did have my suspicions about certain people in the Famous Five books though!

At last!

At last I can show you my Peony! I've been gazing at Peonies on several blogs and wondering when mine would open, Here she is.

I call her, for obvious reasons, 'Queen mother's hat', meaning no disrespect to our dear late Queen mother.

Or maybe a tutu worn by a beautiful Ballerina?

Sadly she wont last very long, but the gentle perfume she emits is giving me so much pleasure. And there are eight more flowers to open!

Outside my front door

 

I step out of the front door to this lovely scene. This is Dancing Queen, who has danced her way right across the front of my bungalow. The scent is mesmerising.

'Its the time you spent on your rose that makes the rose so important. You're responsible for your rose.'

 Antoine de Saint Exupery

Poppy

 

If Poppy could talk, I think she would say 'Aren't I beautiful'.

A bowl of plants

 I like to have something by my front door , just to look pretty. This is a bowl full of Diascia, Verbena, Petunia and a little pink and white flower whose name I'm not sure of. The colours are quite dramatic, especially the Petunia, which looks like velvet.

Once again I have had to copy and paste. I do hope Blogger gets itself together soon.

Small success.

I have found a different way to put photos on, which involves copying and pasting. Blogger is still insisting that I 'sign in' when I try the more usual method. Of course I'm signed in!

This is Darcey Bussell who is rewarding me with more flowers than ever this year. I feel she should be dancing. 

I shall continue to experiment with photos.