Rosée de Nuit Friedemodin 2011

I find my garden particularly beautiful in the glimmer of the early sun.

The dewdrops glitter on flowers and leaves as if the nightly stardust was still on them.

Thus the new day presents itself full of hope - and promise.

A magical silence still lies in the world - and I approach my plants quietly and carefully so as not to disturb the magic.

But the roses and carnations already speak to me - with their soft citric sweet scent.
The woods breathe the night out - and spicy things are mixed in.

The garden awakens - accompanied by the singing of the birds.

The flower buds open - and turn their face towards the sun.

And that's exactly what I'm doing.