Ta-dah!

I know it wasn't that hard but Husband's always done anything at all like that. Now I'm trying to be more capable, and I feel a huge sense of achievement having completed it. And put it up.

Last year I noticed that the rambling rose from behind the bushes was falling over the path. "What we need is an arch to train the branches over" I said. "Think how lovely it will be to walk underneath an arch of sweet-smelling roses." (If you can smell that is.)

"Hm," Husband said. No doubt he thought I'd forget but I didn't. I researched and ordered an arch, albeit cheap but with good reviews just in case it was a disaster, and now I've erected it. I deserve chocolate.

This side of the arch is a cistus bush. Its flowers only last one day - you can see all the previous days' petals on the floor - but they keep coming.