The last rose...

Looks like this was the last rose of the year in the 'yard. Lots of rose hips now, but no more buds. Its stalk bent in the strong, gusty wind last night, so its now in a vase in the living room.

Many moons ago, during my childhood, the 5th of November seemed an important and exciting date that marked the turning of the year. Then, by the beginning of November the evenings were almost always cold and frosty . We always had a bonfire in the garden, and a few fireworks, mostly sparklers, very modest by today's standards. The 'jumping jacks' were probably banned years ago for reasons of health and safety! Afterwards we ate potatoes that had been baked in an old biscuit tin thrown into the fire. Smothered in butter, with a pinch of salt, they were delicious, and just right for warming freezing little fingers.

This year, I admit to being more than a little disappointed - not one firework to be seen last night or tonight, and no local displays...