I managed to sneak a few minutes in the garden this evening. A few, blissful minutes between the kids being tucked up in bed and the golden sunlight being chased away by a short, sharp rain shower.
Of the shots I captured of the various blooms currently populating our garden, I really like this one. A fading rose, which in its simple, graceful and elegant decline speaks of the passage of time in a gentle way. Something I needed to be reminded of after an incredibly busy, hectic week that seemed to be over before it felt like it had even begun.