Everythings coming up roses

What a difference a bit of sunshine makes. Everything in the jardin looks so healthy and the roses are starting to appear, a clear sign that it's all getting a bit better. I have a rose dilemma though. Do I leave them on the bush, so that their wonderful fragrance fills my nose whenever I walk by, or do I cut them and have them inside the cottage? We have had to massively prune seven of our bushes this year as they needed moving to another part of the garden to make way for Toby's "Operation Lawn", so there is not much chance that they will bloom at all this summer, meaning those that were spared the haircut will have to work harder. So this makes me think that I should leave them in the garden, at least for now.

The sun also made me decamp to the garden, put my feet up and dig out something from the HUGE pile of unfinished business. These picot squares (I think that is the technical term for them) are going to be a table runner. I started them the month that Shula and Dan returned from travelling round the world. I know this because I took the blue yarn to London on the train the evening we went to their welcome back drinks. I also remember trying to convince a friend that they were really easy to stitch. I think that they are, she thinks that they are the most complicated thing that she has ever seen.

I am really good at believing that I cannot do anything well, hence badly made with love, but what I am slowly starting to realise is that we all have talent, talent for different things. As much as I like to pretend I don't, I know that really I do have a talent for a bit of cooking (made a bloody amazing quiche today, the pastry is spot on) and I can crochet quite well. Thing is I cannot knit, I am not a great sewer and I cannot paint. I wish that I could knit, sew and paint. But because I cannot do those three things I think that I am no good at the things that I can do. Why do I do that?