The pale violet glow of the morning light is peppered with the sounds of an infant’s delight. The dewdrops on the gardenias and vanilla blooms have not yet vaporized and they silently witness the first steps taken by the child. A new life, a new beginning and memories of innocence are all protected within the garden walls. The last rays of the sun refract off the drops and emerge as a myriad of colors, a fresh canvas for all potential flavors contained within the essence of the pure light.
