And still we have roses…..Last week it was the last Abraham Darby. This week it’s the last of the Charles Rennie Mackintosh, whose peculiar musk smell I’ve grown to enjoy over the years. It’s nothing like the deep perfume of some, and comes as something of a surprise when you bury your nose into its delicate pink petals. I so love the contrast of clear pink against the dull green thyme, and have enjoyed this combination in a jar at the kitchen windowsill all week.
What joy on a cold winter’s day…
Roses and thyme…
