It is refreshing to have a place of solitude, a place to relax and experience the presence of God in His creation. Honeysuckles, climbing vines, lilies, violets, and roses covered Helen Keller’s family home. She found joy as she wandered, burying her face in the cool petals of the flowers and smelling their pleasant aroma. Keller loved the roses the most, remembering how “they used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthly smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble asphodels of God’s garden.” --Jim L. Wilson & Ev Hardee
-Helen Keller: The Story of My Life, 1996, p 2-3.
Song of Songs 4:16 (TLB) The Girl: "Come, north wind, awaken; come, south wind, blow upon my garden and waft its lovely perfume to my beloved. Let him come into his garden and eat its choicest fruits."