The secret garden

The secret garden was one of the books that fascinated me as a child and fueled my unrelenting thirst to read. I still remember myself huddled in bed with the book reading like the world did not exist anymore.

Those memories were stirred from the depth of my mind when I saw this antique wrought iron gate left open wide inviting the curious visitors in. The ornate gate pillars added a sense of mystery and fear as to what laid beyond. The statute resting on the pillar had a pot overgrown with an ornamental grass resembling it to the head of the Medusa.

And the looks were not deceiving…..It was hiding a wonderful world behind the towering wall of palms just like it did in the book….I was reliving my childhood fantasy this time, for real !!!
Pls. excuse the mist like quality as this was taken through a rather dusty windshield : )

As with all good things there was yet another gate before I got to feast my eyes on the beauty . The tolling of the bell brought the caretaker who let us in.



Walking a few feet through the thick growth of ferns in to the garden I turned back to see the little gate almost hidden by the foliage giving the sense of being trapped in another world.