The walk from the house down the path that leads to the garden gate is not very long, it takes but a few minutes. Some mornings it is hurried and others, a slow leisurely stroll past the garden with the large white hydrangea blossoms taking time to stop to see the myriad of floral and fauna.

You don’t really notice it until you pass those big white balls of the Annabell hydrangea and the galvanized bucket hose post that Kerry made to extend the reach of the garden hose and to reduce the damage I was inflicting on the hostas. However walking down the stone path and rounding the corner you see it, the garden gate that Kerry built to keep the chickens and ducks safe and restricted to the back yard.

The gate,  that is the divide, the entrance and the magical gateway to the other side, the pause and marker of where the breath of relaxation begins. This gate made with love, from salvaged cedar rails, draped with morning glory vines and bird feeders await your entrance.

A pause, a breath and then with a flip of the wooden latch it opens up to expose the many flower gardens, berry patches, veggie gardens and buildings that support the dreams, that have created the life, that loves building here.

It’s almost as though time stands still here once you step through the gate. The dragonflies dance from the pond to the plants and welcome the butterflies, birds and the bee’s in the dance of creation that only exists in the gardens. At any given moment one could visit you with a flutter or a buzz before landing on a flower petal. So sweet is the sight of a fuzzy little butt buried deep in a flower blossom or the gentile flutter of butterfly wings floating by on the wind. Life is good here in the garden, surrounded by all this beauty and its blessings.

Joy, Love & Abundance, Wanda