Walled Garden

Exhausted from trawling through the mangroves and

solving mysteries, Belenus and I knew we were

not done yet. As we were flying away from the

haunted Victorian Mansion, we saw the pirates

in the cove, singing and creating a merry stir. Soon

to join them, we realised first we needed a rest. Belenus

is sleeping in the sun in a corner of a magical walled

garden we happened to land in. An apple tree

there provided a cache of food for him, and he

sleeps with a big grin on his furry face. As for me,

just a short rest. Enchanteur called and reminded

me of the necessity to make a map of the human

heart, and to find out what lies there. I put on my

glasses to study and see...

copyright Monika Roleff 2006.