The smooth stone path is clear of soil and dirt, its edges tidy where the spicy-scented herb garden meets it. Honeybees flit and buzz from bloom to bloom, reveling in the spicy fragrances and collecting nectar. The path extends eastward. To the west is a small, neat wooden house with an open doorway and a woven 'welcome' mat. A shingle hanging from an iron hook in the outer wall bears the picture of a hoe and a broom crossed at the handles.