My childhood garden

Another trip to see my poor father today.

His health is on the serious decline and it is as much as he can do to talk to us. He sits there seemingly oblivious to everything going on around. Life can be cruel, and this is certainly.

I looked around for my blip today in Mum and Dad's garden, where I grew up as a child. I saw this lonesome lintern rose, standing there begging to be bipped.