In our stroll of a charmed neighborhood- we came upon a forest green garden arch, how the crisp white hydrangea blooms framed it so glorious, so abundantly, a vision for dreams to recall, to those desponding- this is a balm for their wounded thoughts, and for lovers rejoiced in young union, as the graying man who just mowed his lawn sleeps in a hammock, in summer snows' fragrance of no cares.