The Garden. While looking for another image in Google, I saw this.
My heart grabbed and except for the difference of the horizon
and the flowers to the far right, this was The Garden.
There was no marks of a mower and there was a graveled path
that went from where I stood and curved around to the left.
Going back past the stand of flowers. There wasn't red. Or blue.
But of all the ones I've looked for, this comes the closest.
It's a place I still go to. And wonder when I'll see it again.