A Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

This is our great garden survivor... seemed like a dead root, dug up by a visiting dog, chewed a bit, dumped, planted back in upside down by the dog's owner, spotted by me and lovingly replanted with care and hope.

And now, it's doing this :-)