My Secret Garden

Now that somewhat cooler temperatures have arrived, I love sitting out on the deck behind my house.

Despite the searing summer heat, Four O’Clocks have sprung around the edges of my deck, climbing the

ironwork and cascading from the roof.

On the other side of the deck grows a vine (of an unknown variety) bearing the prettiest little

berries.

If I squeeze my eyes into a squint, I can almost block out the storage building and the unruly flower

beds and instead pretend that it is my own secret garden.