‘’tis the Last Rose of Summer left blooming alone
all her lovely companions are faded and gone
No no flower of her kindred no rose bud is neigh
to reflect back her blushes or give sigh for sigh
I'll leave thee thou lone roses to pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping go sleep now with them
Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o're the bed
where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.”
Thomas More 1805
Three good things:
1. Raining and cold all day - the fire was keeping us happy.
2. I looked out the window beside my computer and saw these tiny remaining roses, still at their best.
3. Made up the spare beds.
