A Wonderful Memory Stays Alive
Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON
This morning when I checked my blog, there was a comment from Brian in Oxford, asking if my garden was full of roses. It's mid-winter here in Australia, which is why he asked. The short answer is no, there are probably less than two dozen blooms on the rose bushes. But as soon as I'd answered his question, I took the camera out into the garden as the heavy frost began to melt in the sun. This rose is called Apricot Nectar and there is a very strange annual occurrence. It is always bare by the middle of May, but a single bud appears and, right on cue, blooms on the same day every year - on my mother's death anniversary.
