Let's Take a Walk

Let's take a walk through the garden.   A garden so elaborate, so beautiful and sweet.  In the middle stands a massive cottonwood tree.  The trunk must be fifteen feet in circumference.  Green ivy vines cling to the thick bark, covering almost every lateral square inch.  There is a ring of rocks around its base, and beyond those rocks is a lush green carpet of plush grass  Let's take off our shoes and our socks.  Hold my hand and let's run.  Oh how nice and cool to feel each blade between our toes.  At the end of the field is a white picket fence.  We follow the fence, placing our feet gently on one frog stepping-stone and then on a turtle.  Clusters of day lilies, tulips, daffodils, cosmos, larkspurs, flox, red hot pokers, and other assorted flowers fill-in the flower beds.  In the midst is a flag pole with Old Glory proudly flying high.  Bird feeders attract all varieties of wild feathered-friends.  A road runner swiftly crosses the grassy yard, darting down the walkway and then vanishing from sight.  If you listen closely a rustling can be heard beneath the brush.  A slow turtle with beady eyes pops into view and then retreats into his shell.  A scent of lilac blows in the breeze from a nearby bush.  A robin sings his melodious tune and then leaves the nest to bathe, revealing a bright blue egg, just waiting to hatch.  Humming birds buzz by, eager to find a nectar-filled flower.  A monarch butterfly patters his weightless wings, softly landing on a golden black-eyed Susan.  Knowing that more wondrous beauty awaits us, we turn around to follow the path back to the grass.  The white picket fence gives way to a chainlink fence with grape vines interwoven into it.  We reach a gate and step through to the other side.  Behold, an orchard is before us.  Dozens of trees of nearly every imaginable fruit.  Cherries, apricots, peaches, pears, apples, plums, pecans, almonds, hazelnuts, and black walnut.  Oh, the blossoms look so delicate, so precious.  When picking time arrives, oh what fun it will be.  Oh, to enjoy the scrumptious fruit that is yielded.  :)  Yum!  Back along the field of grass there is a row of roses, which release their fragrance.  Our noses are overwhelmed with a sweet scent of buds.  Buds of every color - pink, white, yellow, red, orange, and a hybrid.  Then we discover a swing beside the old cottonwood and soar high, high into the sky.  After we've had our fill of fresh air, we run barefoot back across the grass to an old picnic table, where we resume studying and sipping icy pink lemonade.