There really is a secret garden. It truly exists. It is in my parents back yard.
There is the sound of trickling water coming from the fountains in various corners. Several robins and blue jays stop by to get a drink or wet their wings.
Rabbits stop by to munch on the grass just below the deck. Mammy and the boys have been known to "chase" them out of the garden.
Fresh raspberries are picked then turned into a hand spun milkshake. Colorful veggies pop up all over and green herbs line the beds of the garden. Red tomatoes hang plump and juicy on the vine waiting for the kids to pick them.
Squirrels lurch and jump onto the plum tree and scurry to the top for a breathless view.
There is plenty of wriggly worms that find a home and end up in jars for observation...and soon returned again.
It is home to butterfly's and bees and an assorted amount of blossoms.
It is relaxing and rejuvenating and the epitome of peace and calm.
Plus, it smells good. Fragrant blooms, wafts of lavender, and sometimes, just sometimes, Mammy has the smoker fired up....
One of my favorite features about this little patch of heaven, are the lush bright yellow flowers that grow by the dozens. They are special. They have traveled hundreds of miles and have their roots firmly in the ground of the secret garden.
When my parents moved from New Mexico, my Grandpa let my mom take some "starts" from his garden and let her plant them into her garden.
My Grandpa since then has died and we miss him very much and it is a comfort to sit out in a chair and look at his very flowers.
