The dropped stitch

By Bodkin

Roses time

A grey day.
Drizzle in the morning, so I set out to read water meters rather than attempt grass cutting.

I was on the look out all day for some brightness. Didn't want today's to be a grey blip.

Finally. Beautiful roses. 2 minutes from home. And the smell of them was wonderful too, in the evening air.

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