As you can see - roses are now in full bloom in the garden.
Spent this morning labelling and wrapping goodies for Long Melford on Wednesday. This morning Ann 'phoned Sue and David (who we've not seen for a week or two) and asked them to come and have tea with us, it being the bank holiday. They turned up at three o'clock as arranged, and as it was a nice afternoon we decided to have tea in the garden. Sue asked how I'd got on with last Saturday's Telegraph prize crossword (I'd done about two thirds of it) so I produced it and between us we soon completed it. Just as we finished it, Sheila (who lives about two hundred yards away) came in through the back garden gate, with her copy of Saturday's Telegraph under her arm, and wanted to do swapsies on the crossword (swapsies Lori - very dated schoolboy term for exchanging one thing for another). Had to tell Sheila that we'd just finished the crossword, so she came and joined us, Ann produced another cup and plate, and we compared notes on the crossword. Very pleasant and sociable half hour or so. We count ourselves fortunate to live in so friendly a little town.
4 comments:
Mike! I love having an interpreter!
Your roses are divine.
I would be happy to cook for you and Ann, big salads too, if you would just pay us a visit. I believe you have been formally invited (we are not kidding).
Bless you, Lori. I know you're not kidding; and if ever we cross the pond again - although it seems unlikely- your place will be the first port of call.
Lori is right about your gorgeous collection of roses... I think the only reason we don't use their petals in salads and deserts is that it would take a Philistine to pluck their petals whilst still blooming. The delicate tonality of the rose in the topmost picture moves me to numinous awe... but the stripey Rosa-mundi look-alike compels me to Jovian joviality.
Ann does in fact use the petals to make pot pourri, so that we can still get a faint waft of rose perfume throughout the year.
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