Three bees busily buzzed around the greenhouse, hovering above the long lines of flowerbeds, eagerly dipping their tube-like mouths in the numerous varieties of flowers, as if enjoying a buffet.
Meanwhile, a diverse array of butterflies of varying sizes with distinctive kaleidoscopic patterns fluttered through the air, adding color and beauty to the already radiant sunny morning.
"It's a glorious day, isn't it, Taylor?" He mumbled as fresh, crisp air rushed into his lungs and adrenaline pumped through his veins.
His nose heartily sniffed the sweet, musky scent of the vibrant roses, gardenias, chrysanthemums, lavenders, and other wide array of botanical plants that spread before him.
"It is indeed, Sir." His old dear friend and butler agreed with him, bowing his head.
"Something tells me that this would be my lucky day." He dropped the mini shovel on the table, grabbed the pruning scissors, and cut three freshly blooming roses, trimming off their thorns and excess leaves.
