The Secret Garden

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Would you like to know what my garden is like? Before I tell you, why don’t you stop and close your eyes and picture in your mind’s eye what you think my garden looks like? That’s right, conjure up the image that forms when you think of me and what my garden might be like. Take your time, move around it and ensure you have given it due consideration as you generate the image. Have you done it? Did it take you long? I suspect you managed to envisage it rather quickly didn’t you, after all, you are well-known for your amazing imagination aren’t you? I often find I have to apologise for your fantastic tales and over the top comments, but that is to be expected of somebody like you. Anyway, let’s leave your behaviour to one side for the time being (although I will return to it when nobody is looking, you can be assured of that) and let’s consider what you created in your mind.

I should imagine that the landscape you have formulated is one of two outcomes. I expect that some of you will have pictured nothing but concrete. All plant life and flora banished by a solid slab of grey cement that has solidified into an impenetrable barrier that stretches in all directions, lifeless and uninspiring. Once there might have been a flourishing and verdant garden but it has been banished by this concrete covering which has extinguished anything that grew or blossomed. If the concrete carbuncle is not what you saw in your mind then you will have opted for the alternative. You will have pictured solid, barren and lifeless soil which will not sustain anything of beauty. A toxic and poisonous stream flows through the centre of it, dead fish floating on their backs as they drift lifelessly along. Not even algae grow on this polluted stream. The few trees there are in this garden are dead. The bark grey and lifeless, forlorn limbs stretching into a dark grey sky, where there is always cloud. The branches and twigs are leafless. The bushes consist of brambles which hinder anybody who might try and move through this uninviting place. There is no grass and there a few brown, dried-out husks which suggest they might have once been something greener and vibrant. There are no sweet smelling flowers here, only the awful stench which rises from the slow-moving stream which looks more like treacle that water. Even the weeds are few and far between, struggling to find any sustenance from the sterile soil.

Is this what you saw?

Come and follow me as I take you into my secret garden. I produce a key from my jacket explaining that very few people ever get to see my secret garden but I am letting you inside because you are special and I like you. I open the thick gate and usher you inside. You do not see me hurriedly lock it behind you since you are busy staring at the beautiful garden that rolls out before you. Capability Brown must have laboured long and hard here. The lawn is flat and even, the grass has been rolled so that stripes have formed and there is not one blemish to be seen amidst the green, green blades. The edges of the lawn have been carefully cut so that no grass overhangs so that there is a distinct line between the lawn and the flower beds. The soil looks fertile, well-nourished and is free of weeds. A dazzling array of flowers grow from this well-tilled soil. Strong stalks reach up towards the azure sky, shiny leaves sprouting from the stalks before the injection of colour appears. Every shade of the rainbow is represented amongst the many varieties of flower that flourish in my secret garden. Brilliant blues, fiery oranges, ruby reds and sunshine yellows abound. The flowers have short petals, long petals which move in the gentle breeze, there are bell-shaped flowers, trumpet shaped flowers and others shaped like stars. White, purple, scarlet and ochre all combine to create this tapestry of beauty. A stream gurgles as it passes through the garden, cutting across the magnificently manicured lawn, so that an intricate bridge has been created allowing one to traverse from one side to the other. Bushes ring the flowers, an expert in topiary having crafted them into sensational shapes. Beyond the bushes are the trees, tall and trimmed so that they form a fence around this paradise. You stand on the edge of this magnificent garden utterly transfixed. The scents waft from the roses, from the lilies and the sweet William combining to create a heady concoction of fragrances. You are over awed by this display.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

You are dumb-founded, unable to speak. All you can muster is a slow nod as you feel a tear trickle down your cheek from your left eye as you are overtaken by how beautiful it all is.

I beckon to you and you follow me to a nearby apple tree which is festooned with fruit. The red and green apples hang from the branches and I pluck one and pass it to you. You smile and take a bite anticipating how fresh and crisp the apple will be. Your teeth easily sink in as you are surprised to find the flesh of the apple soft. You taste bitterness in your mouth and instinctively spit out the piece of fruit.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as I select an apple too.

“It is sour,” you explain. I take a bite from my apple and you hear the crunch as I take a chunk from it. I chew and through the mouthful explain that mine tastes fine. I hand the apple to you and you bite into it. It is soft and again tastes sour. Confusion rises inside you as you look at the apple and see a maggot wriggling beneath where you have bitten into the apple. You hurl the apple away as I invite you to sniff a magnificent rose nearby. You lean in and inhale its perfume, pulling the petalled head towards you. There is no scent and instead you sneeze. As you let go of the rose you give a short cry of pain and find that a thorn is wedged in your finger, the blood already spooring from the wound and trickling down your finger. You sneeze again,your nose irritated by something and you keep sneezing as your eyes water. You stagger away from the rose still sneezing and into a bush but it is not the sculpted creation you saw moments earlier. Instead, you feel a prickling sensation as you are stung and realise you have stumbled into a bed of nettles. Pain rising you stagger away, eyes streaming and make for where you recall the stream is hoping to use the cool, clear water to wash away the irritation you have suffered. You can just make out where it is through your blurred vision as you drop to your knees only to cry out again. You have knelt on some thistles.Where did they come from? This lawn was flawless before. You reach out flailing for the stream but there is nothing, The water has gone and the stream has dried up. You feel something wrap around your left wrist and as you try to wipe away the tears from your eyes with your free hand, you feel pain as a vine begins to tighten about your wrist. You pull trying to free yourself from it and twist around to call to me for help.

The smooth lawn is no longer there. Gone is the rolled grass. Instead you are looking at a mountainside, rugged and steep. You yank your arm as the vine is trying to pull you and look upwards. You can see me standing there smiling at you, looking down from my lofty position atop this mountain which has sprung out of nowhere. A cold wind begins to blow as you shout for help, another vine beginning to snake towards you. I tilt my head as if I cannot hear you, a smile still plastered across my face.

“Help me, what is happening?” you shout.

“Nothing,” I call back, ” I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“This. The garden, it has changed,” you yell above the gathering wind. You see that I am shaking my head.

” Not it’s not, everything is just the same, Beautiful isn’t it?” I reply.

You frown. How can I not see what has altered? The beautiful glade has become a hostile and hurtful place. How has this happened to you? You try and crawl forward and I stand watching you, offering no help as more vines snake towards you, the ground beneath you hard and stony. The vines wrap about you and threaten to pull you into the abyss below you. All the while I stand and watch smiling.

Welcome to my secret garden.

42 thoughts on “The Secret Garden

  1. lisk says:

    I imagined Versailles.

  2. Beth says:

    Compelling reading. Absolutely superb.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Thank you

  3. Coffee Time says:

    I know this is an older piece but still worth reading.

    I actually thought of one of those gothic poisonous gardens myself at the start. Where everything is gorgeous but it’s all poisonous and will sicken or kill you. I like the imagery at the end and my brain supplies the person ending up in the lawn as fertilizer to make everything look pretty again. That’s what the fuel is for after all if I am understanding things.

  4. Josy Jay says:


  5. Looks so beautiful!

  6. nikitalondon says:

    one of my favorites also..splendid writer 😃😃☀️

  7. Snow White says:

    Sounds delicious and an excellent decription. I can picture it vividly. Lol.. Clarece, are you throwing the party?

  8. SII says:

    Nooooo!! Clarece. You no HG will take pictures and use them for his next book cover!!!
    On a side note my narc just made a fake raphsody account befriended 500 people then collecting I don’t no how many. Then put someone phone number as the name. Poor girl pissed him off I guess.

    1. mlaclarece says:

      Haha! I have a rule! No nudes. Keepin’ it classy! He can click away.

  9. Maddie says:

    That’s another one of my favourites… I remember as a read it first time…I knew there will be an illusion…. as a keen gardener I’d make it the way You like it…whatever that means… off I go to listen to some breathtaking messages…. it’s gonna be delightful day for me G xxx

  10. Remember, Remember, it is September! just kidding HG. Any news about the Creature book?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      All in hand dear GG, I cannot give any definite date of publication but its appearance will be announced.

      1. mlaclarece says:

        It is Sept 1. People have speculated you may have a birthday in Sept. Would you share it with all of us if it is this month?

        1. HG Tudor says:

          Depends if there is cake. And a party. Oh and jelly and ice cream.

          1. Snow White says:

            I love birthday cake and parties. And what do you put jelly on over there? Lol.

          2. HG Tudor says:

            Your jelly is our jam isn’t it? Jelly goes wibble wobble on a plate.

          3. Snow White says:

            Jell-0!! ….Lol. I would put jelly or jam on toast or a biscuit.

          4. HG Tudor says:

            I like both raspberry jam and raspberry jelly. But not together.

          5. Snow White says:

            Raspberry is also my favorite. Strawberry would be my second choice. What is your favorite kind of birthday cake?

          6. HG Tudor says:

            As in the type of cake, e.g. chocolate or sponge?

          7. Snow White says:

            Standard over here is white (vanilla flavored) chocolate, or a mix of both. We call sponge cake angel food. I could eat just the frosting. That’s my favorite part.

          8. HG Tudor says:

            I am perfectly content with a Victoria sponge with smooth white icing on the outside and all the names of my readers in different coloured icing across the cake with a pedestal in the centre, on which there is figurine of me in the middle, holding a trophy aloft, from which flames are erupting, with a phoenix rising. That’s the first tier anyway. How long have you got for the other 99?

          9. Foxy Loxy says:

            The other 99 are problems.

          10. mlaclarece says:

            Cake + me jumping out of it = HG getting bowl of strawberry ice cream with raspberry jam.

          11. HG Tudor says:

            I’m trying to work that one out Clarece!

  11. 1jaded1 says:

    Gardens are filled with bugs… biting bugs and ones that make me itch . I tend to stay away. No offence, HG. I’m sure your garden is beautiful and biting insect free.

    1. 1jaded1 says:

      And plus, you probably use GMO seed food in your garden. No substance or nutritional value there. So different from your blogs.

      1. HG Tudor says:

        Nicely put.

  12. SII says:

    Well now interested in what I saw in your garden. All veggies organic grown. Strawberries, melons avacado. All the healthy food to keep your outer shell look and feeling years younger. I still have stighlty rosy colored glasses. I must dust them off!

  13. Fool me 1 time says:


  14. RMG says:

    I am sure they met the same end now to

  15. RMG says:

    Have you ever met your opposite HG?

    1. HG Tudor says:


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  16. Kathleen Reddy says:

    What happenstance made you a narcissist Mr.Tudor? Born with it? From a broken home? I’m not quite clear how one becomes a narcissist. You have taught us all how a narcissist is cruel to the bone. Is it a mental illness? Please share your opinion? Kathleen…

    1. HG Tudor says:


  17. Cara says:

    I have a similar garden

  18. Steeviann says:

    Beautiful. Hideous.

  19. Snow White says:

    It was a beautiful picture in my head. You took me right to your garden. Excellent job!

  20. Snow White says:

    It’s always about the damn apples. Lol🍎When will we learn?

  21. RMG says:

    Love this just how the beginning is beautiful and inviting, then the storm starts to brew then you are in the middle of it wondering how did this happen.

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