The dew had just lifted, leaving the garden dappled in the soft golden light of a fresh late spring morning.
She slowly reached up, fingertips brushing the blushing petals of wild roses, their bright scent mingling with the creamy sweetness of elderflower.
After filling her wicker basket with the most beautiful full blooms and tiny buds, she wandered back to the house, where the scent of white-floral candles welcomed her.
Rose-red and pink blossoms sat in a vase on the breakfast table as she sipped mint-lime lemonade and ate pancakes with fresh strawberries, savoring the quiet glow of Sunday morning.
