A red, red rose

More rain, genuine drips on the rose. Same old. The rose in bloom in our garden did provide some brightness in the gloom.

The two mums, the Other Grandmother and baby Margot came for dinner. It was a raucous evening, but the Resident Gardener was quiet (too busy cooking) and so was baby Margot who slept right through, when she wasn't eliminating. I think the raucousness will shape her.

The extra is of... you guessed it, Margot, at 18 days of age.

Thanks for hosting BikerBear. Happy weekend all.