A rose is a rose is a rose. This one is on the ketchup-and-mustard bush, planted in our side garden for the Princess’s best friend. They are said best friend’s favourite type of roses, and the bush is stubbornly refusing to go dormant. Instead, it took advantage of the warm first half of November to bloom again, in utter defiance of good sense or caution.
The Princess says this is only to be expected from her best friend’s rosebush. Her friend is bold and fearless, whereas the Princess serves as a cautionary voice. This is incredibly amusing, because my own bestie is my cautionary voice. (And she refers to me as the devil on her shoulder, so it’s all even.) It’s hilarious to see genetics flip so thoroughly.
Friends are good. Take care of them. Send them pictures of their roses, too.