New terranium

Windy Sunday as Winter progresses. Aphids mercilessly attack my Iceberg roses. Trellis cracks under the Summer weight gain of climbing roses and the thrash of westerly winds. Autumn leaves swirl around the garden. My dog, Monty, trying to catch the last rays of sunshine. And in the stillness of the handmade Terranium, a cup of tea can be had for the soul to rest and hibernate on Sundays.