{"id":270,"date":"2015-04-03T10:33:51","date_gmt":"2015-04-03T08:33:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/glendawarburton.com\/?p=270"},"modified":"2022-11-05T15:51:47","modified_gmt":"2022-11-05T13:51:47","slug":"a-flight-of-whimsy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/glendawarburton.com\/?p=270","title":{"rendered":"A Flight of Whimsy …"},"content":{"rendered":"

At the end of the street, near the pasture land, is a small structure, almost hidden by vegetation. So hidden, that it was some three months after I moved into the street that I saw it.
\n\u201cWho lives there?\u201d I asked of my landlady.
\n\u201cOh, that\u2019s old Joyce \u2013 she\u2019s as mad as a hatter!\u201d
\n\u201cWho takes care of her?\u201d
\n\u201cI think she takes care of herself. Come to think of it, I haven\u2019t seen her for ages.\u201d
\nThe next day, as I set off on my daily walk, my feet unbidden set off towards the hidden house. As I came close, I heard singing \u2013 a joyous, uplifting sound, the notes lilting on the early morning rays.
\nThe house whispered into view. The windows sparkled in the burgeoning sunlight. I could see a cat indolently sunning itself in the open doorway. I was drawn to the wooden gate, festooned on either side with creepers of old fashioned dog roses.
\nThe light emanating from the house beckoned, the singing mesmerised.
\nI stood, uncertain, my hand hovering near the latch on the gate. I wanted to make contact. I wanted to see the owner of the voice, and I oh so desperately wanted to peek inside the little house that nestled gemlike in its Edenic garden.
\nAs if sensing my presence, the singing stopped. A shadow shuffled across the doorway, and the tiniest figure materialised out of the glistening dust motes. Bright eyes pierced towards me.
\nI smiled.
\nThe eyes twinkled, a finger beckoned.
\nI opened the gate.
\n\"Hidden<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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