Abraham Darby Rose

These roses are in bloom in my garden. I was truthful when I said I have good luck with roses. Roses  bloom with wild, prolific, abandon all summer long in my garden. This particular rose, the Abraham Darby is my absolute favorite flower in the world. It smells so rich, heavenly and clean--like sunshine and flutes. And as my niece Nemy said, "I never knew any flower could smell that beautiful."

It has been the rainiest spring ever. I feel as though I am living up the North Coast on Princess Royal Island.

Bust times....busy times. Pick up Tabs from last day Piano, run her home, stuff down a supper and then  get her all "dolled up" and then down to the theatre for dress rehearsal. Peter has to pick up Mist from piano.

Fishtank --wow, introducing me to a class/culture in the UK that frightens me to the core--I've never witnessed a more compassionless mother character on film. Well, she really isn't playing a mother, rather a woman who is the genetic mother of the girls she lives with.