**DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT anyone's idea of an official prompt Drabble.

THIS IS an entry in an infamous contest known in some nefarious circles as the

ODC (or OPEN DRABBLE CONTEST) -

IF you're a masochist you can start at the beginning -

https://www.wattpad.com/story/259303863-odc-open-drabble-contest

or alternatively, at the bitter end (they say!)

https://www.wattpad.com/1060860722-odc-open-drabble-contest-final-part

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OR you can link to them if I repeat them in the Comments box below. Somehow, that makes everything hunky-dory.

NOW

AT LAST!

HERE COMES MY DRABBLE

In my daydream a romantic, mystical archway leads through my own 'Secret Garden'.

Melodious bird songs compete with delicious scents of sweetest blossoms drowning my senses.

Delicate rays of the New Year's first sun filter through the fluttering leaves of shady trees, stirred by a soft breeze whispering through the boughs, caressing my face, lifting my feet in baby steps forward, delighting my heart and soul with the joy of being alive.

In reality, my rubber knee boots and I plod through the mud and other unmentionables of the dairy dirt yard, the pathway of my dreams sinking ever deeper.

(100 words)