In Photos: Wild Roses in Amsterdam

I'm really very silly sometimes.

I work in a tiny office that is more like a fishbowl than a room (surrounded by glass on all four walls). I get up only to go to the toilet or fetch coffee or tea. Or to collect something unexciting from the printer. Every now and again I turn around and watch the traffic roll past - cyclists, trucks, cars, buses - and then I get back to work.

And yet, when my stomach starts to growl around midday, I'm reluctant to get up and go outside. Even with the weather as warm and dry as it's been, I still don't really want to leave. Even though I live moments away from some of Amsterdam's prettiest streets, I feel sluggish about leaving my desk... despite the fact it's probably sitting at my desk for over three hours that has made me feel exactly that.

So silly.

Anyway, the other day I'd made plans to meet a friend for lunch so I went outside. We sat outside and the sun turned my shoulders red. I'd brought my camera because I wanted to take some pics of our food because the restaurant always decorates the food with flowers and you know, I'm a victim of my own blogging-Instagramming generation, but in the end I was too busy talking and eating and getting sunburnt that I forgot all about my camera. On the way back to my office I noticed a scent in the air that hadn't been there before. No, not eau de drunk British tourist (that's always in the air!), but the hazy smell of roses. I turned down the canal nearest my work and discovered a strip of houses decorated with the most beautiful, free flowing and growing roses growing up and around their doors.

These are the photos I took... (and yes, I know not all of these flowers are roses, but most of them are, and hey, it's a pretty title.)

I hope you enjoyed these pics. I'm going to be sharing more posts like this. Just some photos and a few words, with no greater purpose other than sharing things I saw. Do let me know if that sounds like a good idea... or if that's me being silly again - Frankie x