Hilda revels in the dew-drenched flowers of the early morning near her seaside cottage.

I gathered an armful of flowers: feathery melilot, some white, some pale yellow; bushes of purple tufted vetch; campion; hawkweed. I even broke off a spray of dog roses from the hedge, wetting my nose in the dew held by the shell-pink petals.

Excerpt 1 from Skolthan