Aren't these Dainty Bess roses amazing? All turned east so we can enjoy their pink frilly beauty from the kitchen doorway.
They smell really divine too, and are just one of the pleasures in the garden right now that make a few adversities that we're facing right now that much easier. Unfortunately in the third trimester I've lost my ability to do much gardening, having been hit with a bad case of SPD (symphysis pubis dysfunction) that's left me hobbling about on crutches. It's enormously frustrating, with nesting urges peaking and boxes I can't lift or do anything with sitting in our still to be set up nursery. Being mostly housebound, I don't know what I'd do without a bit of nature to go out and enjoy every day. Tom is as usual being an absolute superman, and still chipping away at the bathroom renovation between all of the other household duties he's had to pick up. The waterproofing is done now, so I'll take a few snaps and try to do a post on it as promised over the next few days. But for now I'll be grabbing a book (loving Kaz Cooke's Kidwrangling for a bit of afternoon reading right now) and finding a sunny spot amongst the flowers.