... the first rose of summer doesn't seem quite right - it gets decidedly chilly at night, and it's due to rain tomorrow. But I was delighted to see that The Poet's Wife - a David Austin rose - had come out today: it seems, at the very least, like a harbinger (and also, for all I go on and on about the wonders of lemon trees, it is a very unmistakably English rose).
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