desktop roses

Saved by Alice from the front garden, where they were doubtless about to be mangled by this year's tree trimmers, brush clearers, and general savage maulers of greenery.  They have cut back the plumbago in the back ... violently, like an application of a scorched earth policy.  Admittedly, it's probably now less flammable, since they carted away masses and masses of dead brush underneath, but it looks terrible; and the trees at the front are denuded.  Yes, I know it has to be done annually (and no, no actual rose bushes were harmed, but we knew that The Poet's Wife (yellow) and Tess of the d'Urbervilles (red) would have been in their way).  And yes, I do appreciate that Alice found an old bottle that had contained Kew Gardens' very own honey vodka (much recommended).

And as for the work desk - it's the old dining room table from James Street/Graham Street, and I'm very fond of it - for some reason I've always liked working at a round table.