Along the path…

The cobblestone path from the stable to the lilac garden was bathed in the shadows of the large weeping willows, which adorned the south garden as far as the eye could see.  The scent of lilacs was strong, but wonderfully intoxicating, and the brightly colored monarchs seemed to agree for there were endless numbers of them gently floating from one bush to the next. Her long auburn tresses tied back into one singular braid, with pale lemon ribbons and ivory lace, lay silken against her lavender gown made of the thinnest, softest, chiffon.  The breeze stirred her deep inside, as she closed her eyes while turning her face to greet the morning sun.  Everyone in the castle still slumbered, late into the mornings.  But she loved this time of day best.  She always felt it was borne just for her, a time set aside for the quiet creatures of the shadows to enjoy the splendor of nature’s gift, without the distractions and annoyances of those who wandered through such beauty, but never saw it or ever really appreciated the grandness of it all.