I surrendered to the warming sunlight and the fresh smell of flowers. Ah! Those flowers. How they popped from every corner, every branch, every beam of light.

Small and delicate, they cover the ground with colour. They dance in the wind, bloom in the sun, these little flowers.

How tender, how joyful. Colours of summer, colours of sun.

Majestic in the field. Delightful at home.

Those who pick them want to care; those who pick them want to love.