Oh Rose

When I see your blushing pink I can see why Shakespeare was so effusive about you.

Pink and packed with petals, this rose shone out in the twilight. The dark green contrasting with the fresh colour of the flower.

I wish I had the skill to weave a story about you, perhaps your antecedents were worn by Cinderella at the ball, or the scent of you enchanted Snow White.

I think I heard roses came from Ancient Persia. Wherever they originated, they are lovely. I saw these outside the Portmeirion factory in Stoke, they brightened my evening.

Sunlight grass and flowers

A warm evening, so we walked along past this grassy area. Unfortunately I’d forgotten I have hay-fever, (it’s just the start of the season) so I walked round with my eyes itching!

I think the flowers are buttercups and dasies, Is there is a song with those words in it? Good to see the flowers though. The bees were buzzing around and enjoying them.

We walked about three miles, we saw a few people and actually chatted at a distance, but it was good to get out.

Two more miles

After walking five miles this afternoon my hubby suggested we took a short walk this evening as it was still warm and the sun was bright even though it was going down. We walked past an old school with wavy railings. It is in the process of being knocked down. Then as my hubby walked away from me I stopped and caught a shot of him striding into the sunset (by then my feet were hurting). But that was another two miles so I did just over seven in total. Its the furthest I have walked for a couple of months. I must do more!