...Sanctuary Garden. Roses of every colour flourished there, and flowers of every description bloomed beside pathways that meandered along the bubbling brooks and through ivy-covered trellises. There was even a stone bridge gently arching across the pond. The Sanctuary Garden was a gentle oasis, designed to soothe the soul.

Everywhere you looked, you could see the love and care that the women had poured into this wonderful estate. Why, just over there, you could see...

[ October 20, 2005, 08:39 PM: Message edited by: Eagle Heart ]