It was a beautiful morning, the sky was blue, the birds were singing. I looked forward to the day we had planned. We would be packing the cooler with goodies, lemonade for our daughters and coffee for me and my husband. All four of us would be bringing our cameras, it was always a family event.
We arrived at the gardens before anyone else. The sun peeking through the trees and the morning dew that lingered, made us feel like we walked into a story book scene. We walked quietly through the garden, savoring the time, not speaking a word.
The six joyful roses, as I like to call them, was but a piece of the memory of that story book morning.
Take time to come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses.