There is a white house with a black roof. 

I ride by it on one of my routes. 

It sits on about an acre of manicured grass. 

Off in the corner is a pond. 

It’s not a big one, about half the size of a backyard pool. 

I first noticed that it had a fountain in the middle. 

Then, as time went on and the more I rode by, I started to notice what else was there. 

And man, oh man, there is lots there. 

There is a working windmill. 

There is Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. 

Mother Goose, wearing a graduation gown, cap, and carrying her diploma. 

Her Goslings are chasing after her. 

A Rabbit and four bunnies wait for her to cross. 

There is a Skunk with them too. 

A white wheelbarrow is overflowing with Geraniums. 

An arched bridge takes you over an ‘Alice in Wonderland’ parade. 

Three frogs float on green Lily Pads. 

A Turtle, larger than Snow White, watches from the sidelines. 

A tipped barrel sits on its side with its contents of planted flowers spilling out. 

A bird bath, held up by four Raccoons.  

Too many Garden Gnomes to count. 

One is either shooting a gun or playing a violin. 

It is hard to tell. 

Perfect white flat stones are laid out to take you to every corner. 

The most endearing? 

Off to the side, but kind of front row centre, sits a Canopied Porch Swing, built for two. 

Sitting on it most afternoons are the proud creators, looking out on their absolute pride and joy. 

I wonder if they are discussing their next addition. 

Every time I ride by, I try to find something I missed. 

I think I have it all down. 

I better have. 

It is late in the season now, and everything is put away. 

I am sure, lovingly. 

The place looks naked. 

‘A turtle larger than Snow White’ 

Insert watering can emoji here, and the heart one too. 

‘There is another way to ride.’