As I look out the window to my garden in Honfleur a cool breeze blows. I can hear and feel the quiet of the garden as it brings a kind of peace to my spirit.
There are grey stone walls encasing the garden with dark green ivy vines topping the walls. The roof of the shed which covers one side of the back yard, is covered by the ivy but dressed up with small white and crimson flowers which partially cover the roof and ivy like a tide that has come in and stayed. The roof, supported by red brick walls and dark cherry colored beams, are set off by the dark brown wooden door.
I should be seated at the patio table. It has a brightly colored umbrella, aqua, red, yellow, with matching chairs which are lacking only a person and a glass of wine to complete the picture.
I think I have a volunteer.