They went for a wander. Time for the little ones to run and play.
The sky, dark and brooding. A chink of light in the swirling ink, a whisper of promise, unfulfilled.
The children saw it first. A little hole in the hedge, low to the ground. Peeping through. Time for an adventure.
On all fours they clambered through, emerging into a childsize avenue. Like Alice down a rabbit hole. Dimly lit by rationed light, going nowhere. Thick growth on either side. Excited hearts beating fast. Finding another hole, they pushed through, emerging into a forgotten place.
A mossy court, carpeted in shades of gold and green. Tattered strings, hanging low.
The pavilion long abandoned, a quiet place to sit awhile. Shards of weakly warm sun shining on this place alone.
The little ones discovering trees, laddered branches, perfect for climbing.
Flower rings and robin song. Children’s voices awakening the lost garden, a slumbering secret.
Abandoned and unloved but quietly thriving.
Golden trumpets through a broken pane.
Time to leave their magical world.
Poking a head out through the hedge, making sure they are not seen. They shouldn't have been there, but it belonged to them for a short while. They awakened its spirit. Holding the secret in their hearts. They will return again soon. Please don’t tell.
PS: Just realised today is VJ's one year blogversary and the 100th VJ post! Thank you dear readers and followers for joining VJ along her rambling way.