At the end of the trail was a little turquoise cabin. It was small and opened with two glass doors that folded against their frame. Surrounding the cabin, and even crawling up and over the roof, were flowers of an assortment of colours and shapes and sizes. From the front of the roof sprouted a cascade of bright green vines, sweeping down like a fringe over the front wall. A quaint little building with a backdrop of a thousand hues of green.