Nothing book related today. Since I've been freezing my butt off I am grateful for every semi-warm winter's day we get. It's been quite good to us this year. I've managed to get my 2 roses to flower well this season. The first one was just a miniature creamy white rose. There is a small scent to the flowers, but when I was in Bunnings about 2 months ago, I smelt the most gorgeous rose perfume imaginable. So off I went in search of this delectible scent. Turns out that it belonged to a new rose called 'Love Potion'. Boy, was it potent! I bought one and every time I went passed the laundry door, you could just smell the perfume waft over from beside the tank. I mean, it was heavenly. The flowers were a beautiful lavender colour and it looked stunning. Then... oh, boy.
After the first 3 buds flowered, I found another one coming up. "Oh goodie" says I. I'll have another bud to put in a vase on my dresser.... yeah, a pink one! Turns out that while it had come with purple tinted blooms, it really has pink ones. God knows how they worked that, but yes - I have a pink rose. A very sweet and lovely princess pink rose! I'd have loved to have taken a photo of it, but sadly, a sudden rainstorm ripped all the petals off. But still... a pink rose?
My ferns, on the other hand, are just throwing up new fronds. I have been cursed in the past with a black thumb. But over the past 12-18 months I've found that that doesn't extend to roses or ferns... go figure? So, I have been collecting a multitude of ferns to place in the courtyard area off my bedroom door. They add a lot of lovely green colour to my small room, and make the area seem larger than it is. I also find it very relaxing just to watch them bob around in the dappled sunlight.