raindrops on roses ….

…. and whiskers on kittens….. are not listed among my few favourite things.

I’m a dog person - although I admit to having seen a number of very fine feline blips.

Raindrops on roses however are another story.  Fine, when a scattering of droplets (note the ‘let’ signifying small, young, baby drops…) are strung like pearls upon a fine bloom.  But you can have too much of a good thing.  Last night’s downpour resulted in carnage.  This particular victim is Munstead Wood, a fine old English rose.


 ........  When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad.