I realised that the centre was actually the entrance to a very dark place. I put my eye close to entrance of the tunnel, but could see very little. There was just enough room to gently put my hand into it. I heard whispering noises and then felt what seemed like miniature hands clasping at my fingers. It was not unpleasant, but I didn't like to intrude. Thanking the inhabitants of the tunnel, I left them alone to get on with their lives without the 'great hand of Oz' poking into their home.
That was a couple of hours ago and now the thought of Alice comes to mind. Had I found the portal to Wonderland, I wondered? Do you have nooks and crannies in your own gardens that might be home to wondrous creatures? Please let us know!
Welcome back and what a bit of a childlike and scary story and great photos that truly make me feel what you felt...tiny grasping fingers...
ReplyDeleteThanks Teri, It's good to be back and I am glad you enjoyed it.
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Not in my wildest dream would I put my hand in there. Your story brings to mind an old Twilight Zone episode about very mean naughty little people.
ReplyDeleteI would have poked a stick in there...ever think about putting a lid on it at night?
I've missed you.
Never saw that one, @eloh. I'll keep an eye open for it. It's dark now and I am not going out to put a lid on it - maybe tomorrow!
ReplyDeleteMissed you, too!
I am in the process of creating my garden, the house had nothing but grass. I do love those small discoveries one can make while strolling along a pass in the garden.
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