I actually took this image on the 27th, but the thinking behind it came about on the 26th. Aren't roses stunning. Of course we all know this, poems, love stories and romantic gestures are frequently enhanced by a single rose, or a bouquet. The heady scent of roses can permeate a garden in ways altogether more subtle than perfume. This rose is doing all of that and more. It's in the garden, Julie looks after it well. It's name is the Alnwick rose and I stood yesterday just admiring the symmetry of the interlocking petals. At the moment this bloom is perfect. A fleeting moment of beauty before decay and death. Like life itself we must embrace that moment which comes along and simply celebrate being in the day, today. Tomorrow is a new day, when today will be an old day in history. Sobering.
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