White rose

No, not a white Yorkshire Rose, but a Christmas rose growing in the tub beside the front door.

'Twas a cold and frosty morning and, with no heat in the house at present other than the woodburner, it was difficult to leave the warmth of the duvet! Reminiscent of my childhood when the only heat in the house was provided by a coal fire in the living room and a tiny paraffin heater in the kitchen. We used to spend a lot of time in the kitchen in the winter, especially when mum was cooking and it was toasty warm.

Off to Duns this afternoon to buy more fuel...