secret garden

Ivy clings to the brick, hiding it from all menaces. Purple flowers poke out of the greenery, attracting plump bumble bees and colourful butterfly's. I pick a small flower from the ivy, inspect it for bugs, then stick it behind my ear. I look back to were I picked the flower from. a small door handle glints in the rising sun, its rusty bolts nailed into the dark wooden door. A door? My eyes widen in surprise as I rip the ivy away. Once the door is uncovered, I push it open. It doesn't budge. But when I ram my body against the hard wood, it creaks ajar. I peep around the door. Wow! A water fountain spouts crystal clear water in the centre of garden. Pink, red, white, yellow, and orange roses line the sides of the tiled walkway like soldiers, and golf ball hedges dot the daisy covered grass. The aroma of lavender fills the cool air, and the droning hum of bumble bee's fill my ears. A small apple tree dangles unripe green apples from its feeble branches, and white rabbits rush back to their burrows as I walk further in to the yard.  "I think I have just found a secret garden." I think to myself.