“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” – Henry James
A green and fragrant garden, buzzing with bees. Dappled sunlight. Ducks on the lawn. The tap of the croquet ball and laughter of children. A gardener resting on the bench, his face to the warm sun. All surrounded by the scent of just-ripe tomatoes in the air, mingling with sweet blossom and romantic roses.
Warm, balmy and golden.