The Rose in My Garden
Actually, this rose is NOT in my garden, it is in the Parnell Rose Garden, in Auckland. I love the phrase though as it is the title of one of my daughter’s favourite books books when she was small, by Anita and Arnold Lobel. (I think that’s their names, too late to look them up now…) It’s a clever little bit of growing repetition, beautifully illustrated. We still have the hard cover – waiting for another generation.
In the meantime, I was rather mesmerised by this passionate burst of a bloom. The roses were late this year, won’t be in their full splendour for another week or two… Fortunately this one had something to say.
And after a few days of missing out on my NaNoWriMo due to heavy work load, I was able to make up for lost words…