Glorious flowers. picked from the front little flower bed when I was at home in home in Wales.
It's that time of year when everything is going over, too blousy, too wild, too tangled. It's hard to appreciate the individual beauty unless you look hard. So I looked hard and snipped gently ... and brought some in to enjoy properly.
I love the mix of natural, slightly wild-looking blooms and the delicate rosebuds just waiting to burst open.
In other news back home we are in the midst of can-opener strife again.
Alan can use any type of can opener but I can't use anything but bog-standard Butterfly can-openers. The little white one is just about manageable for me and I've been using this for the past few days since the old one came apart in Alan's manly hands.
But only until I can get myself a new supply of these.
Sometimes the old designs are the simplest and the best!!