Stoic

This is the patio rose the teeny snail was exploring yesterday.

I'm not a fan of yellow flowers or patio roses for that matter but this was a gift from friends last year after Ma passed away. It is a stoic little thing and has not only survived some absent minded (but not malicious) neglect but the stresses and strains of being lugged from pillar to post during the house moving saga. I prefer the barely open buds to the full flowers and it does seem to flower profusely.

I confess it is gradually growing on me.

*gets coat*