Early Sunday morning. Lemon sunlight peeks sleepily over the terraces of the bustling flower market. Street sellers call; their stalls a riot of violet and amber blooms. The scent of freshly cut stems and good coffee. With a smile you melt into the crowd.

AT FIRST
ZESTY LEMON, CUT STEMS, COLD SKIES

AND THEN
IRIS, VIOLET LEAF, WARM HANDS ON A COFFEE CUP

FINALLY
AMBER, TONKA BEAN. A PERFECT SUNDAY