Morning glories are creeping through the always open windows and doors, the fire goes in the evenings but the hearth is mostly cool now.
through the windows the extensive rose gardens can be seen, surrounded by the meticulously well trimmed sod. (A gardener has never been seen at work ever but the gardens are never in poor shape come the first rain.)
Flower petals tend to coat the beds, and the tables are laden with the latest cuttings from the garden.
The scent of lilacs and light rain is always present.