That which we call a rose

...by any other name would smell as sweet.

I still had all the kit in the kitchen from last night - added to which today's challenge theme of 'Sky' wasn't looking to promising with the Bank Holiday weather giving a solid white mass up above.

My garden provided this fine specimen just breaking out of bud. Every evening when I walk past the two rose bushes in my front garden at the moment they have the most gorgeous perfume to them.

(Backblip from yesterday)