Wild roses

I bought this rose. It was called Wedding Day. I thought it might be a case of wishful thinking when I got it. Today I realised that it had actually died and that the root stock had taken over. So now it's a wild rose.

Not all bad.

A pleasant, cruisy day.

Mass. Mooching. Baking cupcakes. Coffee and walnut and lemon vanilla today. I'll probably blip them tomorrow.

If there are any left.

Tonight I have JL, B, D and Est here for tea. Had better check on the roast potatoes.

See ya.