These photos are taken in the front garden of our house.  This year 2013, in England, UK.

The rose is from a cutting from a bush planted by my beloved late mother  many years ago.

Talking about roses, below is a short but sweet poem by Robert Frost.

The Rose Family a Poem by Robert Frost

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose –
But were always a rose.

Robert Frost