Thursday, 11 June 2009

Dog Rose

Wild rose, Briar rose, when the leaves on the roses in your garden start appearing with 7 instead of five they're going wild, wild I tell you, reverting back to their roots. This is one I picked in the lane opposite my sister's lovely real ale freehouse.

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Quote of the day

‘They tuck you up your mum and dad...’
Anon - after Larkin

“Philately will get you everywhere”

“It’s not the despair, I can handle the despair. 
It’s the hope I can’t deal with”

“Each new friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
Anais Nin

‘Come on Dover move your bloomin’ arse’.
Eliza Doolittle