Old Favourite

This rose grows next to my mother’s terrace, it’s an old favourite of hers. I have blipped it several times before, but couldn’t resist it today.

Up early, to the gym, then to my mother’s house. I helped her carer K to cook white asparagus the traditional German way. The season will end next week, so we enjoyed it even more - knowing we’ll have to wait almost ten months for the next fresh, locally grown asparagus.

We had lunch and coffee on the terrace, but I had to leave earlier than planned. All around the village, farmers were making hay; the air was dry and full of dust, and my eyes started to itch and turn red from hay fever. So I went home before it got too bad to drive, and stayed inside for the rest of the day.