A Dance With Rosie
Mood: With a glowing smile and ribbons in her hair, Rosie beckons for one more dance under the pavilion as the sun sets behind lush hills and berry bushes.
Smells Like: Raspberries, strawberries and cream, with a hint of rosemary.
In the heart of the shire, long sunny days are filled with folk working in their quaint gardens, sharing sweet cakes over afternoon tea and party celebrations running deep into the night. The soft blossoms falling from cherry trees and the gentle hum of honey bees is interrupted only by nosy neighbors peering out from round doors and the intrusion of unexpected guests.
A woman with soft golden ringlets and a yellow dress laughs and twirls to the sound of upbeat folk music played beneath the twinkling lantern lights.
She catches your eye as you watch her, breaking out into a beaming smile and coming towards you. Extending her hand, you take hold of it and hope the ale you’ve drunk will quieten the butterflies in your stomach.