the secret garden

It was set in my red and yellow Chinese sofa. From my place, I could marvel at my garden through the window. The room was red and there was only a table and my sofa.

The landscape had a lot of coulours, like a painting, through the window frame. There were a lot of plants which came from Japan. In particular, I had a beautiful small shrub, a kind of rhododendron Azalea. In the background, there were peonies with there big red, pink and white flowers. A bamboo grove and one Bansai were situated at the east of the garden. A long stoned path ran across the garden. In the middle, there was a fountain made from that famous Japonese wood.

Nevertheless, the ducky pond and a blooming water-lily were hidden by the curtains. It was my favourite flower among a lot of plants. The water-lily is a magnificent aquatic plant of quiet waters. These flowers with different colours had beautiful floating leaves. My imagination maybe changed the actual appearence of the water-lily but that was the way I preferred looking at my plant.

For me, this garden it was just like a dream. Each time I looked at this flowers, this path, this small shrub T would think my passed travel in Japan. It's make me sad I neminds me of thetime gone by this garden was for me my only asked.