Lynn Anderson Never Promised Me a Rose Garden

One of the most detested songs of my teenage years, but age has done that weird thing, and now I like it.  Like I like Tony Blackburn now (I know, I know - okay?), and red wine. 

Some stuff that used to be crap, turns out to be very lovely indeed when you get (much) older.

Roses didn't used to float my boat too much, but I love the two that have successfully managed to stay alive in my garden.  So, with consummate timing, just as the pale pink climber with the gorgeous scent is fading fast (actually, battered into the ground by the rain is more accurate, but I'm not doing weather embittered blips just now) this little ground cover one comes into its prime.

It's an almost ridiculously pink shade of pink.  Again, like the climber, I have long since forgotten what it is called.  Also, like the climber, it has more flowers on it this year than ever.  No scent though.

At lunchtime today, since it was dry, I had lunch in the garden.  It did involve keeping my jacket on, as it was blinkin' freezing, but I was determined to eat al fresco for the first time in ages. 

The Courier is predicting snow on some hills tonight, and temperatures of only 3c most places, with a ground frost in some places.  Apparently Tayside (where we live) has had 225% more rain than normal for this time of year!