It's an early morning, and the sky is clear, perfect for gardening. Mitzi is up at the crack of dawn like she usually is. She steps outside and stretches. Most of the other villagers are still sleeping, but Mitzi doesn't mind.

She walks to her little garden by her house and waters the flowers. A few hybrid roses had popped up a week ago, much to her delight.

Once the flowersare sufficienly watered, she puts on her reading glasses and sits down to open her book.