Last weekend ma's roses were flourishing and she did laps to and from the garden bringing with her handfuls of dewy roses. We had 5 vases of them on the table and their scent filled the room (and mr's nostrils as we held them before his face and told him to inhale). She laid them on this donna hay mag and I arranged and snapped and sniffed and snipped. Ma then returned with an all white bunch and some tiny Jane McGrath roses. p.s Hi Jane!