I'm afraid I was unable to download my latest pictures from my camera this morning so no picture, sorry!
It is the 2nd Anniversary of my husband's death today and after lunch-time Communion, where he will get a special mention, one of my lovely neighbours is taking me to the cemetery where his ashes are interred.
The arrangement was that I would buy flowers after the service and meet my friend in the town square.
Overnight, in the gale-force winds we have been experiencing for a few days, my huge white "Silver Anniversary" rose bush has had one of its main branches snapped and about half the bush was lying on the ground.
I took secateurs and cut in the region of 60 or more roses, the very overblown, the partially open and also many buds.
I now have a vase (which I photographed but couldn't download) of large squashy white blooms, a smaller bunch of better quality ones which i gave to my neighbour and the very best newly opened ones with dozens of buds to come, for John's headstone.
Why last night, when we have had winds for a week.
Why "Silver Anniversary" when all the other roses are intact?
Who knows. God really does move in mysterious ways.