A dog rose. When I checked it out in the language of flowers it said *poetic gift, pleasure and sufferance*. I suppose it was too much to hope that the dog rose would be interpreted as *Can I shag your leg?* or *Can I sniff your bum?* or my favourite *can we do it doggy style?*...
Apparently in the language of flowers an orange rose means passion. Suits me as I've been known to get really quite cross on occasion...
There were other colours too but this was the most common shade. I love this stuff and wonder if it would grow in Craft HQ garden.
for T
Edit: I think I've unintentionally done the thing George Blue Eyes calls Bokeh....
*If I could alter time
I would stay forever in this life
Underneath your sky*
For MYF