Shh... I have a secret.

Shh.... Listen. Do you hear it? The earth is breaking forth from its slumber. She has a secret to share. Tasha Tudor knew the secret. Do you?

Follow me...

through the arbor...

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Behind dark, twining ivy, On an old, Victorian wall,

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Where moths and small flies flutter, And spiders weave and crawl,

There's a rusty lock that's hidden, In a peeling, old oak door –

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They who find the key are bidden, To unlock a treasure store,

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For behind those creaky hinges, Lies a garden of delights,

Only known to special people who appreciate such sights.

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...Seek the door, unlock its treasures, for it's there for everyone

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In that special, secret garden, Where the love goes on and on.

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- taken from a poem by M. NASH - 

A Secret Garden

If there were a secret garden,

What would it comprise?

Fragrant flowers, a babbling brook, butterflies?

Dragonflies, birds, and bees, there would be all of these.

But most of all, within ‘that place’,

Tranquil peace and serenity await;

Ever there for me and you to relax and renew.

So every morning before you start,

Visit the ‘secret garden’ of your heart.

By Linda Wall Hall