All is quiet, or is it?

All is quiet down that long long road that time had forgotten.  Not even the trees were whispering, perhaps lulled to sleep by the gentle music that had been drifting out from Thyme Cottage. 

Perhaps the faint sound of ticking could be heard, but only if one listened very carefully.

Suddenly the Lady for the house heard a noise. What could it be she wondered?

For so long there had been silence and nothing happening and now all was awakening...

It seems a young lad had discovered the long forgotten road and venturing down it had then discovered the long forgotten cottage...however, unlike before when it would have been passed by in a blink of an eye, not warranting any notice almost 'hidden' by neglect, it was noticed.  Curiosity got the better of George (for that was his name)  and he went to have a closer look.

Unlike many before him, he saw something that intrigued him and pulled him closer...the whispers had started again and drew him in.

He had a look through the window...and was startled to see inside...the house did indeed look lived in.  A warm and inviting atmosphere prevailed, even though there was just a glimpse of what might be.

The whispers draw him to walk round to the door..

...where he is met by the Lady of the house who invites him in.

There is no fear in this lad, who venturing down the long forgotten road to the long forgotten house finds himself going inside, or is he drawn inside by the whispers?  Nobody knows...or do they?  The pull is something he can't quite describe.

All seems friendly enough, and the Lady makes him feel welcome.

She introduces him to her husband, Albert Singer, the Gentleman of the house and leaves them chatting.

She has a purpose now, even more than she did before, but something is pulling her, ideas an thoughts are swirling around inside her head, those whispers making themselves heard.

She starts to decorate the tree that until now had just been standing bare.