Enchanted Gardens are a fascination for all with a touch of the child and romance still lurking in their hardened adult imagination.

What makes us want to leave the world of fantasy to become boring ordinarians.

Why do we flee so quickly away from that world where all is fun and magical.

And too late we come to realise that what we were fleeing is often what makes life bearable

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Magic is the Spring…  Like a beautiful woman unfolding from an enchanted slumber, the Earth sings her song of love in May. Wandering on winding roads, we left the city core behind us, and drove until we reached an enchanted wood. Stepping along stone paths , not knowing where we went, we walked as if beckoned by a wood nymph or siren. Whispering with the voices of opening flowers, she welcomed us, calling  us to her, until we reached a hidden grove .

Awestruck we  stepped into  an enchanted garden…
Now only the fragrance of a plucked hyacinth and captured images recall the beauty that lives in a place hidden, full of secrets, full of unspoken promises; waiting for lovers, and oblivious to the illusion of time