...on the terrace, that is.
Munstead Wood likes this weather. Days in the 70's, nights dropping to the 50's. This rose, picked today because it was hanging over the far side of the pot, above the wide roof gutter and unseen, surprised me. It is intensely fragrant, redly, blackly fruity. Not the scent of summer, at all, which was pale, and tired. I put the rose beside me while I worked today, and it made me very happy.
It is Monday. Jane is hosting her regular Flowers in the House. Go and visit. Take some flowers.