Finally a Sunday dawned hot and sunny. With no work it seemed the perfect opportunity to have a little gathering....The wine was chilled, the heat and light started to fade and my friends began to arrive. It was soon decided that this party was to be in honour of my favourite rose and that we would choose a name for her.
There was much discussion, some serious, some silly and my lovely rose was sniffed, twirled and looked at from every angle!
We wanted to capture the idea of the multitude of frilly petals and our fondness for her.
So we drank some more wine, did a little research...
And finally came up with
We liked the idea of Mille Fleur, my daughter's childhood name was Millie and perhaps after all the wine we were feeling a little sentimental. A fine name in the true tradition of English Rose Names we
Altogether, it was a lovely mid-summer's evening and one to remember.