"Cheerio, love! Isn't this just the most beautiful day for a stroll? One can't help but feel a bit of spring in one's step. I was just pottering about, you see, admiring the new rose bushes I've planted along this lovely path. I do hope they'll take to the soil here; it's quite a bit different from the loam at my cottage."

"You know, every rose has its own little story, just like every pony." She says, gesturing with a hoof to a young, budding crimson flower. "This one, reminds me of a friend. A bit shy at first, but with a heart of gold and a fiery spirit when it counts. It’s a joy to watch them flourish, isn't it? It's simply the greatest feeling in the world to help a bit of beauty take root and grow. I just can't resist a good spot of gardening, no matter where I find myself!"