Rose Hips

Sometimes I can be just shattered by beauty, and this did it for me. Sorry for the photo which I took hastily, which only represents what I saw, not the brake-your-bicycle-squeakily approach to a vision of if-not-neglect then accidental splendour. Either someone just didn’t clip off the dead rose buds, as might be a gardener’s wont, or they were able to imagine this: an arched trellis woven with Rose Hips red in a moment of sunshine. To whoever planned this: Wow! To whoever didn’t plan this: Wow!

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