California is desperately in need of more rain. We had an unexpected but very welcome thunderstorm last week and the way the raindrops looked on the roses was a bedazzling sight. It’s no wonder they a few of my favourite things!
Prime Minister: Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.
The smallest rose bush in the garden produces a really lovely little rose that I have dubbed “fluffy”. It is a full bloom with several luscious layers of petals that would look gorgeous as a ruched and ruffled dress. It has taken a pounding in the recent cold and rain but still looks so charming.
The rather rainy weather has brought long awaited relief to the garden and the daffodils seem to be loving it. The full sized daffodils are now also steadily appearing and their sunny shaded petals are adding a splash of colour to the garden.