It is chilly, grey and damp today here in the southeastern corner of Scotland -- not sodden the way it is at the moment back in Missouri, but moist enough to make it feel like a 55-degree day indoors as well as out. My remedy? Leftover apple cake (gluten-free; the resident junior and senior MasterChefs are meeting my needs!) and a cup of cinnamon tea. With a slice of ginger, and a handful of rose petals that I gathered from rugosa bushes growing around a disused church.
Only a few rose petals -- just enough for a bit of delight and upliftment.
Because roses -- whether back in my beloved former garden or here in my temporary one; in hedgerows or supermarket parking lots -- are always my best medicine.
P.S. Speaking of summer rain, this lovely blog post by (another) Amy at My Path with Stars Bestrewn pushed a lot of my nostalgia buttons this morning.
P.P.S. Apparently today is International Picnic Day. Ha!
I'm so glad you're finding some lovely roses! And I think you must have paid that bird to pose so perfectly in the seaside photo.
ReplyDeleteI have a jug of my own roses right beside me, Iceberg and Whiskey Mac, the latter of which is overwhelming me with perfume. Lovely post Lynn.
ReplyDeletehappy roses day I'd say x
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