Edmund's story of a broken heart. The festival.That's right, it was the day of the festival- and the weather could simply have not been more fitting. There was a calm breeze, pleasant sunlight and the odd speckled cloud here and there. The trees and bushes clapped when the wind blew- their voices like a crowd cheering. Often we would hear the beautiful tune of a blushing Bullfinch, but as abruptly as it came it would fly off again, only to be replaced by another. Families, just for this event, would arrange their gardens so that the flowers were just like rouge flames. Red flowers such as begonia's and Azalea's lined the edges of these petit gardens, as well as many other s