Garden of Dreams

She stood alone in front of the old wooden gate. It was hard to believe that it was a completely unrecognizable place as compared to a few weeks ago. This was definitely a garden of dreams.

She had walked past these gates for weeks on end during the summer. Each time she did, she never ceased to be amazed at the spectacular garden surrounding such a small old house. Grape vines, tomato vines, apple trees, pear trees, plum trees, a blueberry bush, even some kiwi vines! She wondered if the people living in the house ever needed to go to the grocery store during the summer and autumn months.

In addition to the numerous fruit and vegetable trees in the area, flowers of every size bathed the outer walls with their radiance and glory. The warm orange glow from the sunflowers, pinks from the carnations, and everything else.

Walking by the flower bushes that bloomed at the side of the road always gave Kanna the feeling of walking through wonderland. As if she had stepped into a mystical realm in where she alone existed, bathed in the warmth of the sunlight through the trees.

Now, in the middle of autumn, the garden stood still; a mere shadow of its former glory. Flowers no longer bloomed freely around the entire area, the fruit trees were bare. They ivy that once climbed along the entire length of the outer wall had now been removed. The bare white wall, more aged than Kanna had considered, was showing through. Without the shroud of leaves the house looked plain, aged, and more dead than the other houses surrounding it.

This is the garden of dreams. A place that comes only once a year. Will my dreams be able to bloom in this center of happiness someday? Or will it wilt and die at the first signs of winter?

I have no idea what I was talking about here... I just felt like writing. This is crap.