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Dad's Rose

I was at a bus stop when Dad's wife phoned me to tell me the news.

I got onto the bus to keep going, then found I couldn't so got off again, and wandered around. My neighbour phoned, apropos of notihng, and when I told her, came and picked me up, brought me back.

She bought me  a rose to commemorate him. Appropriately it is a rambler. All our roses are suffering from the usual suspects, aphids and black spot. I don't want to spray, and keep hoping ants/ladybirds/wasps will turn up for some free snackage but the lazy gits are ignoring us. My plan is to spray after sunset, when the bees have gone home, but I keep forgetting. The roses have been frenzied in blooming anyway, except his.

Today I saw that the first flowers on Dad's rose have opened. They are small, very sweet, very fragrant.


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