She hands me a bunch of roses from her garden. I plonk them in a jug and they are so beautiful even with my lack of flower arranging skills they could be straight from Home and Garden.
I am delighted to discover there is a rose called Rambling Rector.
The church is open as well as the gardens. I sit ready to have a word to who ever might be listening. Then I get stung on the bottom by a bee! Unfortunately the poor bee came off worst, quite squashed.
Bit of that
creating present tenses
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