A gnome has photobombed my picture that was supposed to show the transformation of a rose from bud to bloom.
Before the gnome arrived, the roses looked underwhelming, despite my best efforts. The shrub is shapely, and covered in a mass of blooms, but each rose is a dainty size, even when fully open.
I tried again, several times, finally balancing them on a handy gap in a tower of old, cracked green painted tyres to turn the roses to face the camera. Finally, feeling a little guilty for plucking them before their prime, I recut the tiny stems and left them floating in water to keep them fresh for as long as possible. After all, they are Drift Roses. I didn’t take a picture of the rose flotilla.
Wishing a very happy Thanksgiving for tomorrow to those of you who celebrate it and safe travels to everyone who is on the road or in the air, journeying home.