Froggy's Going a' Courtin'

Today is the absolute epitome of the word 'dreich'. The air is heavy with damp, the remaining leaves on trees and bushes sparkle with rain drop, or drip wetly on your head as you pass below.

All things of colour are dulled down by the greyness.

But still the roses come. This wee garden froggy reclines still on the wall beside the rose arch, and appears to be sussing out the suitability of this bloom as a love token for a lady frog.

It smells divine too.