Meagre fruitfulness

Braved the wild winds to take a pic of the hardy rose outside our bedroom window. Can't believe it hasn't had all its petals blown off. 

But then I decided I preferred the tiny crop of brambles behind it. And as I reached in to get a closer look, the rose's thorns attached themselves to my forearm. Ooyah. 

Later on the wind died down and George and I got Stella out.