It’s been far, far too long since I wrapped a fragment round a flower. That’s because our summer, and hence our garden, was generally pretty terrible here this year in Vancouver; the exception being a bumper crop of blueberries. Anyhow, here we have a picture of a yellow rose blossom and a couple of buds, that’s all.
This is one of Lauren’s rough-&-ready Rugosas, it’s pretty well on the outer edge of our space and may have scared off putative burglars with its truly bloodthirsty thorns (I speak from bitter experience). But that’s an awfully nice blossom.