June 2nd, 1789

The weather is warmer now, and the gardens have all of the flowers out. The shades of pink and gold and green are enough to warm the heart of anyone who sees them.
The sun is out now, and the King and Queen are sitting out in the garden, in a gazebo. I wonder what it would be like to sit there, in the sun, wearing a beautiful dress while attendants catered to my every need.
It would be wonderful, I suppose.