Yes Peter, we are almost two thirds into winter. I had the choice of calling it the first rose of winter or the last rose of summer and I think that the latter is more poetic. During the year I dug out all 15 rose bushes from the front garden and replanted the best six into the re-arranged rear garden, this particular bush was a present from our daughter-in-law when we bought this place eight years ago and, even with my diminished sense of smell, it's perfume is incredibly strong.
Probably for the fist year ever, I did no damage to myself Al.
Nothing but heaven itself is better than a friend who is really a friend. - Plautus