When I open the gate to my haven I see
Blue skies and a canopy of giant pines and maples

Gorgeous bells, feathery spikes, bright open petals of reds, pinks and purples

Sounds of a babbling creek, bubbling fountains and sweet chimes

Birds bathing, bees buzzing and hummingbirds feasting

Intoxicating fragrances of jasmine, lavender and buddleia

Old tools, beautiful stones and ancient symbols of peace

What do you see when you walk down the path and open your garden gate?