Along the path to the Secret Garden were carefully laid stepping
stones, laid by Grandpa Bob, so that even if the grass were wet,
you could reach the secret garden without getting your feet wet
or–in my case so often–without getting my bedroom slippers wet.
Grandpa Bob sat in the secret garden in the early morning hours,
drinking coffee and reading the newspaper as he surveyed his
domain, observing with pleasure the stepping stones he had so
meticulously laid down and across the lawn, the rambling way the
Honeysuckle and Star Jasmine had climbed the wooden slats of
the Secret Garden and covered the roof of the structure. Plants and
flowers were everywhere; All roads–or in this case–all stepping
stones Led to the Secret Garden.
The Secret Garden was taken apart and all the Stepping Stones and
bricks lifted and transported to a new place. Now we were waiting for
these familiar pieces to a former life to be reconstructed, so that the
Stepping Stones will once again lead to a Secret Garden.
The fairies, gnomes and elves are waiting, as impatiently as I.
Sandy’s note: The Secret Garden was rebuilt in 2010, one of four projects Grandpa Bob managed to complete in 2010; in 2011 he passed away from cancer of the esophagus.
Sandra Lee Smith
original posted June 15, 2009
Updated August 8, 2018