Could you not picture yourself running through this gate? Hair flowing in distress? Sword drawn in rescue?

Mrs J’s imagination can definitely work with this.

Also, Mrs J had a revelation. These are fig trees, y’all!

How come Mrs J has been able to pass these trees so many times and never realize they are real bonafide fig trees? The mind boggles.

Speaking of boggles, Mrs J found this guy in the garden. Beautiful, isn’t it?