The section of the garden that he had escorted me to was an adorable little hidden away nook, easily missed if you knew not what to look for, that had been decorated with azaleas and hanging vines of wisteria. A small pond sat in the corner of the sizable area that was filled with koi and other smaller fish, along with several frogs that sat atop lily pads.
It was almost mystical, in a way, and if I had been my younger self, I would have fantasized about how it was made and that only those who had been designated worthy, by fairies of course, were allowed inside. But I learned long ago that fairies, amongst other magical things, were nothing more than just fantasies.
