Was not directed to a Secret Garden
There was a bold robin in the pocket park behind the house today - i.e. did not immediately fly away as I approached, did the 'wot me afrayd of umanz no wai' that robins do.
However, it did not conduct me to an ivy-covered wall just as the breeze was blowing enough to reveal the door in the wall.
It did, however, then plunge into the midst of a patch of shrubbery.
Perchance had I followed this would have led to a portal to another realm?
More likely the baby-pushers and dog-walkers would have thought, why is that woman standing in the middle of a briarpatch patch of prickly shrubs?
Also we are led to believe that there are quite stringent age-limits upon who can pass through magic casements to faery lands forlorn.
Which I am well past.
I daresay even does one not part one's hair behind, or roll one's white flannel trousers, etc, one will not hear the mermaids singing, each to each. This entry was originally posted at http://oursin.dreamwidth.org/2494503.html. Please comment there using OpenID. View
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