At the weekend, my Mum picked some of her roses for me to take home; 4 different types…
Yesterday I went to the local park which had erupted with roses and apparently there are about 3500 types there ( according to a sign! )
The whole place smelled divine and both children and grown men alike were wandering around smelling the roses…
… I was collecting petals!!
As it wasn’t a planned trip, I found a tub in the car to collect the fallen petals, and I remembered the exact same feeling when, as a child, my Granny would send me out to collect petals to make perfume…( it was never as pretty as the petals!! )
By the time I got home the poppy petals had already fallen off…so it was a pretty busy, but sweet scented table yesterday!
