A Thursday morning and my fortnightly visit to my friends house while my cleaners are busy making my place looking spick and span. There I go again with an English phrase.
My friends garden was full of colour and I was able to get several pictures in the brilliant sunshine. My Fuzzy-Wuzzy is in fact called "Sorbaria Kirilowii", but I prefer the name I gave it.
I've just remembered a poem where I got the name:
Fuzzy-Wuzzy was a bear
But Fuzzy-Wuzzy had no hair
So, Fuzzy-Wuzzy wasn't Fuzzy-Wuzzy, was he.