Tiny Tuesday

At sometime and unless I have missed it, I don't think I have posted a shot of this rose this year. I don't know its official name, but I call it Dad's Rose. When he died back in 1995, my husband and I brought it back down to Devon, and when we moved again to Barnstaple, 16 years ago, it got dug up and planted. I can now see it outside my study window. It has lots of tiny roses, no perfume, and does its own thing and gets a hard prune in the Spring :-)