It's early evening, with a soft breeze and dappled light coming into the room. Outside the window, I look at this Emily Carr rose bush (named after the artist) and can't believe how rapidly it has grown. Although only planted last year, as a gift, it is now about three feet tall, even greater in width, and almost covered in these bright red blossoms.
a simple sprig of dream-inducing delight
to slide into my pillow slip