I often overhear passers-by the front of my cottage asking ‘I wonder what it’s called?’ Tonight, towards the end of the season, a single mildly scented rose called ‘Compassion’ (link) brings attention-grabbing colour to the front of the house and sometimes slows the pace a little as it beckons people nearer …

It will be a cold world when compassion is dead.
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How lovely, Simon….
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