The Old Year is a Closed Gate

The garden blooms with flowers of different colors and scents. In some areas the sun beats down on dry packed soil while in others areas puddles or snow lays on the ground. The gate is closed and locked barring entrance back into the garden. The the stonewalls are high with spikes at the top.

There is no way back into the garden of last year. There are only multicolored memories of blooms and scents. There is no going back to take a path that seemed interesting or more beautiful then the one taken through the garden. The garden gate is shut and locked; the only things to do is stand and look into the garden or turn your back on the gate and continue down the path toward the next gate and the next garden.

So take a deep breath, make one more pleasant memory and turn your back on yesterday. The gate to the new garden lays just around the next corner or just over the next rise. The sun is setting and the new garden is waiting for exploration.