His Red Red Rose.....

....From the lovely bunch of roses Jaiya got yesterday....... we could pick one each for our rooms.
Flynn picked this deep red rose with the fragrance of the heavens.
As he smelt it his eyes went all dreamy and he drifted off along its wisps of perfume...I recognised the look.........I was so happy to of captured it.
There really is nothing quite like the exquisite fragrance of a rose......I say that knowing full well that they all have different smells...but those rose undertones are always present.

Its lovely that he enjoys flowers.

Dad is doing well in his new hospital....I cant say how happy I am that he is close by now so I can keep an eye on the rascal....he was singing songs this afternoon which got a couple of nurses dancing out of the ward.

“People have forgotten this truth," the fox said. "But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.”

- Antoine de Saint-Expuery