Sunday, 25 June 2023

A handful of roses

 

It's a joy to be able to go into the garden and pick a handful of roses. I counted my list yesterday and find that I have twenty one different varieties in this not very large garden.

Princess Anne is at the front, as of course she should be, with Dancing Queen to the right and the lovely red Tess of the D'urbervilles on the left.

Lady's Mantle makes a soft complement with her frothy greeny yellow flowers.


The scent is permeating my whole sitting room.

On its own is a head of Pullman Orient Express, a rose that I brought back from France.

It's extraordinary, as every flower is slightly different in colour, sometimes being a pale yellow with pink tinges, but other times it glows like a sunset!


'Of all flowers, methinks a rose is best'

William Shakespeare

Friday, 16 June 2023

Glimpses of Italy

 Just a few photos from my journey.

From the hotel we travelled by boat in and around the Lake Orta. There were little villages to explore, islands to visit and mountains to marvel at.


I wish I knew the name of this tree, found in a square in Stresa. Maybe one of the Lagerstromias?


A little square in Orta san Giulia, a small town ten minutes by boat. It's a real gathering place for coffee, chatting and generally whiling away a sunny morning.

Very tempting shopping, with silk, leather and linen in the little shops.


Who knows what lay behind these intriguing doors?

 Back home, after a truly wonderful week's holiday.


A time away.

  Home again after a few days away in Tavistock, a small market town in Devon. It's somewhere I love to return to with its interesting a...