The french doors were opened wide framing the heavy oak dining table. Tiny baby pink blossoms stretched out from the edges of the centre piece cascading across the wood. Dainty green seed pods crisped and turn a deep burnt orange. Fragrant blush rose petals curled up at the sides as the breeze from the garden brushed over and through the intricate flowers and foliage. And the darling king protea woke up towards the sun falling in from the warm Sunday outside. Valenteen sipped her cranberry juice and sliced another piece of camembert.