We are all struggling a little at the moment. It was another sodden day at the Farm, quite miserable really. We soldiered on, clearing and mulching, playing horticultural chicken, the first to cry defeat would be ridiculed. Just as I had waved my white flag and was ready to go home I spotted this dainty rose bud. Quaking in the wind, battered by the rain, the likelihood of it reaching it full blushing potential very slim. Nevertheless there it sat, full of optimism and resolve, pretty in its peril. This could have been a lesson to me, but no, I still went home.