Rose from my dads garden

In the year before he died my dad bought three new roses for his garden.  He had some part-time help and the gardener planted them for him.  Because they were not very well established I was able to dig them up after the death of my mother and they are now in my garden (well two of them are - what happened to the third one?). I love the delicate shade of pink, even though I’m not a pink person and this year the rose has done very well and is complimented by a pink aquilegia.

Tai Chi this morning with Richard followed by sorting out the Tai Chi accounts.  I took the plunge in the afternoon and began to assemble my book, so upright struts now in place.  I just have to make sure I stick the top row on in the right place.  I need to cut the struts in two as it only glues to every alternate square.  I think I have to re fold the zigzag the other way as I will have the reverse side facing.  (I’ve just thought about a problem with that idea,). 

A catch up with GG late afternoon who is now planning another book.  She’s well in advance of me  but then she didnt go to Mull and Norfolk.