Wild Rose

A long day. P and I got up early for the second part of the regular health check up at the GP’s. All is well, thankfully.

Then work. In the late afternoon, I walked to the nearby village of Frauenstein, to meet my friend Isa for a meal at a garden restaurant. It was almost too hot to walk there (28° C in the shade, but there wasn’t any shade in the vineyards), and I really enjoyed a big glass of the restaurant’s homemade lemonade when I got there.

This pretty wild rose grew next to the path and provided an easy blip.