Rime and Roses

This weekend I picked roses in the garden, which still held a subtle perfume of summer ….

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Then, the next morning winter arrived, just in time for Christmas.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAA frosty, misty morning full of sparkling promise

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAnd the boys loving the crunch underfoot in the woods

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWhatever you believe, wherever you are this Christmas, I wish you the perfume of old roses and the crackle of a frosty morning, the warmth of the wood burning fire that’s in front of me and those you love within arm’s, or thought’s reach.

About cavaliereattitude

Englishwoman, transplanted to SW France in '86, blogging - with a large dose of humour and self-deprecation - about life with my husband and our horses, the never-ending renovation of an ancient and crumbly stone farmhouse and the attempt to carve a beautiful garden and productive pasture out of a woodland wilderness.........
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2 Responses to Rime and Roses

  1. rontuaru says:

    And all the best to you, too!


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