Secrets are the spice of mysteries. When I was a child and found out that Nancy Drew uncovered secrets, I was forever hooked on mysteries. I love to read a good book full of secrets. So, this month’s discussion of blossoms and all their lovely comparisons to books and writing reminded me of my new secret garden.
You enter my secret garden from the towpath. Horses used to tred along the towpath back in the day, towing canal boats behind them. Yes, that’s right, my secret garden is hidden alongside a canal in England.
It’s a long way from Colorado, but it’s very near my brand-new granddaughter and her family!
Following along the ghostly memories of horses, you come to an ancient climbing rose that arches across the towpath. You have to bend down low under the branches, and then you will see a narrow passageway that leads into a wall of tangled, green leaves. Enter through that mass of lush green—a shade of green that Colorado never achieves—sharp turn left, and voila! The path opens into a patio, lined with pavers. It’s only large enough to hold one small round table and chair. It’s a hidden place, behind entwined branches, thorns, vining plants and sprinkles of unknown flowers. It’s separated from the rest of the world, as secret gardens are, but through its gaps you can glimpse canal boats and reminders of time holding still. It’s a perfect, hidden place to spin the secrets of a mystery!
Do you have a secret place where you like to read or dream up your mysteries?