On this (yesterday's) morning's early walk, I noticed that the Dog Roses are now in bloom. Of all the wild flowers around us, I find these the most beautiful by far.
I would happily dig one up, and transplant it to my garden. It would compare very favourably with most of what I have growing.
Back home, and here are the boys waiting for their "Amazingly, I came when called" biscuits. Notice Monty's smile!
Ah, my lovely boys. If only they wouldn't moult all over the bloody house.