Take time to smell the roses

When I walk home with Jules, my 9 year old son, from school we pass a house which has roses in the front garden.  These are not the weedy, insipid offerings you see on garage forecourts, these are big, blousy, fragrant roses - the old fashioned ones I remember from my childhood.  And more often than not I stop to smell them. Just have that moment, breathing in their heady scent, before the chaos of the evening descends.