Actually Alan Titchmarsh (the Rose) is in the garden revealing all.
I took these photos last week when the sun shone, there was a soft breeze & light drops of rain sat like sparkly dew drops on his gorgeous form. ( I may write a steamy book...'37 Shades of Pink')
Mr TG & I had counted 71 buds n' blooms, their sweet perfume wafting the air as we brushed pass
That was last week....this week Mr Titchmarsh is a fallen figure. His blossoms are scattered messily everywhere, any remaining blooms are hanging heavy & tried. Yes..the British summer has returned, wind & rain have quite literally nipped Mr Titchmarsh's glory in the bud.
I'll go out in a mo' and see if I can breath life into the poor chap (sigh....)