For Mrs H

Was the funeral of a friends mum this afternoon. 
I have heard tales about Mrs H for decades and what a character she was.
As we got out the car to go to the get together afterwards, I saw this wee rose bud fighting it's way through a cypress hedge. Given the determination of Mrs H who lived to the grand age of 92, it seemed a suitable blip to remember her with.

Rest in Peace Mrs H and Rise in Glory.