The rose in the wet kitchen has bloomed. Perhaps blooming is not quite the right words since it conjures up the image of plenty, abundance, of a bush laden with multile blooms, and there's just that one blossom. It's quite miraculous I'd say as just last week there were not many leaves and the scrawny stems were crawling with ants and some sort of white furry stuffs which I assumed are a kind aphid being husbanded by the ants. The rose is pink and after just one day, the petals are fully blown and... read more
