There were so many different varieties of fruit trees and cans, raspberries, loganberries, pear trees, peach trees, apricot, plum and of course apple trees, it was a veritable mini orchard when they had finished the fruit are, just before it they planted a large strawberry bed, for the summers delightful fruits.
A bower was made, very small slender trees and shrubs surrounded it, delicately planted with sweet smelling flowers. In the centre stood a natural large stone on which the weather had naturally eroded a small shallow basin, ideal for putting water for the birds. All the gardeners were delighted with the finished effect they had created. They had all been sworn to secrecy about the secret gardens existence. It became their pride and joy.
Years passed the Head Gardener died and his helpers all went on to other things, so no one looked after the garden any more. The neglect started slowly, the old gardeners had kept their word and told no one of it’s existence, and the new owners did not really care gardens and gardening, they were just too busy.
By now, roses and ivy covered it’s exterior walls, the door totally concealed from sight. To all intents and purposes it had been totally forgotten and left to rot. Inside it was almost unbelievable, where once a riot of colour from plants and flowers greeted one, there was now only weeds and ground cover, in all it was a huge mess.
It had long forgotten the laughter from the children, being gently tended by the gardeners, it had given in to the ravages of time. Strong brambles grew twisting into shrubs, columbine had overtaken everything, and horsetails appeared everywhere.
Would it wondered anybody ever tend it again?
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