A pretty rose from my garden, my only rose. It was given to me by my mother from my rose enthusiast sister’s plant. Apparently one of the first to be brought to New Zealand from Britain in colonial days. I can’t remember it’s name but it’s a tough one, thriving in the strong wind and stormy weather we’ve had this spring.
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