Most of the United Kingdom has had unseasonably wet and windy weather this summer. It plays havoc with the garden, the strawberries are late and it's nearly time for Wimbledon! The delicate flowers are beaten and battered. My climbing roses have given it their all but some just couldn't stand up to the gales.
There is an old saying, 'It's an ill wind that blows no man to good'. I think it comes from a Shakespeare play....anyway....
When the winds brought down some of the white roses, I cut them and brought them into the house to enjoy.
I would never have the courage to cut these flowers for a bouquet. It wasn't an ill wind after all.