A mossy path surrounded by flowers leads you to a stone wall, with a tangle of vines that tumble over and around, laden with pink blossoms. There, in a break in the wall, is an archway, whose old and paint worn wooden door stands open just slightly, inviting you, (or daring you!) to venture into the secret garden behind. You can almost hear the hinges creaking as your mind wanders into the lushness behind the wall.