Daily exercises in tonal realism since February 2013; adorned with terrible puns since 2014.
Tuesday, 2 December 2014
Pink Rose in Green Bottle
This Tuesday morning I arose to find a rose had risen from the bush in my communal back yard, and like the fause lover from Bonnie Doon, I stole the rose and left the thorn (at the risk of getting a rise from the neighbours). At least I'm sharing the serenity.