Sharp

The little thorns, that is, as opposed to the focus. I was wobbling about on my bike at Malleny Gardens determined not to get off and walk to take the photograph. I will not suffer for my art, or lack thereof.

In other news, I've just realised I have once again forgotten a nephew's birthday. This time it's He Who Stays In His Room All the Time (17 - a bad age), so there's the faint chance he may not have surfaced to check the post.