"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"

"Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;"


....well, to be fair we're almost at the end of autumn and there's a polar blast heading onto our islands tonight, from Antarctica , so to have a rose bud at all in the garden is a minor miracle! The bard, of course, was referring to a northern summer.