My Father's Rose

" My love is like a red red rose
That's newly sprung in June.
My love is like a melody
That's sweetly played in tune."

Robert Burns

I've come over to Belfast for a few days to visit my mum and begin the task of clearing out her house prior to sale - a task others have also had to do I'm sure. My late father was a great gardener and loved his roses. I was delighted to see that his beautiful climbing roses have begun to bloom and are looking at their best just now.