Only child just as her mother... Zoe wasn't used to greeting her mother's guests.. Or ANY guests. She prefers sitting under the shade of one of her oak trees petting one of her many snowdrops. With her feet in the water and listening to her canaries and their friends with the scent of her favorite flowers. To her her garden was more than just that it was a 'sanctuary' Tranquil. Safe. Far away from her sadness, discomforts or unanswered questions. But the winds don't always go as the ships please.