Romashka & April
Romashka
Good morning, April! I was watching the way the early buds respond to the first light of spring—have you noticed how even a single drop of rain can make the whole garden glow?
April
Good morning! I love that. Those tiny droplets catch the light and turn each bud into a little prism, don't they? 🌱✨
Romashka
Absolutely, each droplet is like a tiny mirror reflecting all the colors of the day. Do you have a favorite spot where you sit and watch the sunrise over the garden?
April
I love the little clearing by the old oak tree—it's quiet, and the sunrise paints the leaves gold. I sit with a cup of tea and let the light warm my face. ☕🌳
Romashka
That sounds so peaceful—sipping tea while the oak watches the sunrise sounds like a gentle hug from nature. Do you feel the breeze in that clearing a little more than the rest of the garden?
April
Yes, the breeze there feels a little kinder—like the oak is whispering good morning, and the leaves sway just enough to tickle your ears. It’s almost as if the whole garden is holding its breath, waiting for the sun to arrive. 🌞🍃
Romashka
The oak does sound like a wise old friend, whispering morning blessings. I imagine the whole garden sighing in harmony, almost as if it too knows how wonderful the sun is about to come. 🌞🍃