|clouds hanging low over Tenmile Range|
Walk with me into early-morning sunshine.
Cross the bridge at the little stream. Do you see my garden ahead?
Light is just beginning to filter through the forest.
Dianthus are dressing in their pink and red blossoms.
But, the Poppies steal the show.
Some are still wearing little jackets.
Others are unzipping in the sunshine.
They slowly unfurl delicate petals.
Sweet faces bask in morning light.
Blooms sway and dance on delicate stems, beckoning us to join them.
But, we must go inside for breakfast. Please say "hello" to Angelica before you leave.
The sun is warming her back.
She's happy to welcome you to her garden.