So I would like to say that I was up at dawn watching the sun rise on the summer solstice at some prehistoric site… But that would be a lie. I was up early, but it was entirely related to the wild ones.
Anyway, as if to mark the start of summer my neighbours roses seemed to be blooming.
Roses are often named in love spell, and rose water was used to ward off evil.
However, it is supposed to be bad luck if a petal falls when a flower is cut.
We were just happy to enjoy them