Last weekend we were back in Liverpool for the pre-Christmas visit. On the Sunday evening, as we left the city to return home, our car was written off in an accident, which left us all uninjured, but I've been busy sorting the fallout, hence the hiatus in posts.
Anyway, this really is the last image of a rose that I'm going to post this year.
This particular bloom is the last on a patio rose that we rescued from my father's house. It was given to him as a birthday present a couple of years ago, ostensibly from our son, so he looked after it rather more assiduously than most of the plants in his garden.
A couple of months ago we hired a transit van to clear the last of the stuff from the house and we manhandled this bush, in its pot, into the back and brought it back to Somerset. Its now round the front of the house, standing next to my father's workbench, for which we've no space indoors.
For the record, the title of this post is taken from a Ryan Adams track which appears on his "Easy, Tiger" album.
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