Coffe-in-the-Arbour-P

There’s a smell of newly baked sponge cake in the air. The raspberries are ready to be harvested and the roses are in full bloom. The bees are busy working the flourishing garden. The white furniture from times of old has been repainted and looks almost new. The sun warms up the last grass straws that are still covered in due. The coffee is waiting in the arbour.