beauty

A rose escaped from its vase and Eve carried it around like a pet for a while. She was sad when it began to wilt and the outer petals "got all baggy". We ended up having a mini science lesson in the lounge, unfurling each petal until we finally revealed the centre. I can't imagine many bees making it that far with all those long furled up petals. But what beauty!

Street pastors this evening- a second late night so I'm bracing myself for tomorrow!