Making the most of the peace and quiet, a resident Gardener strolls the lawns of a National Trust property. As the world begins to wake up, all is still except for a chorus of a songbirds heralding the start of Spring. Glimmers of sunlight begin to leak across the lawns, casting a glow across the flowerbeds, making dewdrops on Rose petals shimmer. By noon, visitors will flock the grounds, admiring the famous pink flowers that climb up archways stone facades. Bewitched by the sweet smell of Rose in the air, not a soul will know the magic of how they smell first thing in the morning when they’re covered in dewdrops. There is no time more precious than dawn in the Rose garden.