A warm summers evening, the glow of the magic hour shone beautifully on her precious face.
Rosie frolicked through the overgrown grass in the open field – laced with fresh daisys, smelling of summer – a hidden gem so close to her whitewashed cottage.
Lined with the trees that are home to the singing birds. Not a single cloud in the sky on that day, nor a care in Rosie’s sweet, little world.
As carefree as can be – what more could she want from this beautiful life?