A red, red rose

This rose grows in our small front garden. It was a gift from my late mother and keeps on giving, keeps on keeping on. By now the bloom is totally trashed. The morning started out OK and by early afternoon the rain came bucketing down. And so it continued. We're in the snug of the pub now, having got here in waterproof boots as the water was over the pavements. Looking out the window into the dark and gloom the rain appears to be in what I hope is more than a lull. There'll be more roses.

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