Once upon a time,

a woman lived in a

 big grey house in the far North.

 Tucked into the Boreal Forest,

she toiled away in her garden,

 making it a fragrant paradise of

 texture and colour that fed her senses.

  While she loved this place so,

 the day came when she had to move away,

 leaving her cherished little garden behind.

  The little paradise waited

 day in and day out

 for its gardener to return

 with loving hands and heart,

 but she did not

so,

 eventually, the flowers and trees

 fell into a deep state of mourning...

  

  Years passed

 and while the gardener did not return,

 and the place became
unrecognizable with weeds,

 the beautiful plants persisted

 holding onto memories
of happier days gone by,
 in spite of their
saddened hearts.

Then it happened...

a family,
 though different than the old gardener,

 arrived on cool summer day

 and chose to call the place home!!

  The children played and the dogs romped,

 the man inspected the buildings

 and the woman,

 with hope in her heart

 and a bottle of robaxicet in pocket,

 took to the garden...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and once again...

the little garden knew love.
:)