Borrowed beauty

This is my neighbours’ rose, but lots of them lean over the fence. I think they’re wonderful. I like the tiny pink blush spots. Also the individual flowers seem to last a lot longer than my pink ones.
Afternoon at Oxfam, not quite as good as usual. I was sharing a sorting table with a young person who suffers from serious depression. I did try to get him to talk a bit, and also to express some kindness and understanding, but I completely failed. So I went home feeling pretty low myself.