A Shropshire Lad.

That is the name of this rose and having attended yet another ex colleagues funeral this after noon it seemed fitting to post this, not only for it's beauty but because the service began with a brief quote from this epic poem.

A Shropshire Lad. A E Housman

'Now of my three score years and ten,
twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at hints in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodland I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

Enjoy life in all it's seasons.