The Last Rose of Summer

'Tis the last rose of summer,
    Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
    Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
    No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes
    Or give sigh for sigh!'

Extract from The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore

This morning I had my hair cut, then met G for a coffee before we went for a talk in the Library by one of the wardens at the Holkham estate - lovely to hear about all the wildlife and the work they do to attract it and how things are changing with global warming. Then I made a donation to the Disasters Emergency Committee in response to their appeal regarding the simply awful flooding in Pakistan. This afternoon was lovely and sunny, so I put the first coat of wood treatment on the new gate.