...I picked some roses from the garden this morning. I have a climbing rose out the front, which a friend gave me as a tubestock. In three years it's gone totally rampant and is sweetly scented. It's just starting to look lovely. And out the back a beautiful old-fashioned rose from the same friend; it wasn't thriving in her garden, which is surprising as she has the greenest fingers I know. Anyway it seems to like the cold winters and slightly less humid air in this part of the city and is covered in buds. It's strongly scented, too - so when you walk past this vase you whiff in the most wonderful rosy smell.
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