The arbor is draped with Jasmine, a harlequin, dancing with fragrance at her approach. The bridge winds around a redwood tree that stands guard, reaching hundreds of feet into the air. Tulips, pansies, alyssum, and hanging lobelia bow over their baskets as she makes her way along the bridge. There are windchimes hung to herald the story of the winds. There are animals.
Raccoons rustle through ivy entangled trees, looking for the nests of the stellar jays.
Squirrels, busy with gathering, leap from branch to branch in the leafy bays. All day long the hummingbirds flit, squeak and shimmer at her windows. Often a titmouse comes to the bridge to speak to her. She knows exactly what he says, and she chirps her answers. At dusk, skunks search through the fallen leaves and underbrush for dinner.