Coffee Table, Tea and Books Please.

All is well, Muriel is pleased that there is now a sign beside the door, just in case those who are summoned by the whispers get confused about the number 7 on the door.

She is also very content at present as there is now a beautiful coffee table on which to place her cup of tea.

It is quite a beautiful coffee table.

With pretty flowers.

Just perfect she thinks.

Not only that, but a bookcase with some books has appeared as if by magic.

Of course we all know it has something to do with the Whispers who understand the importance of books, both in the past and particularly in this day and age when much has become digital and can be changed oh too easily to suit the current narrative.  Neither do they want a square box known as the brainwashing machine (aka TV) in their home.  Oh no indeed they do not, books will do them 'just fine' thank you very much.

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Sign, Coffee table, bookcase and books handmade by myself.

 

Beckoning Us In

The whispers are beckoning us in to Thyme Cottage

Don't be mislead by the number 7 on the door frame, this is indeed Thyme Cottage... 

There is now a lovely planter of flowers to welcome you

Muriel has been busy in the kitchen baking a pie, (perhaps it was the smell of her baking that was beckoning us in....) and is now doing the dishes.  

She knows that Albert has rather an appetite for her pies.

 A little while later she can be seen relaxing in the lounge whilst Albert plays the piano.

Bliss she thinks.

 

The Passage of Time

For quite a number of years time had stood still at Thyme Cottage

and all was just a blur of memories.

But as with all things down that long country lane deep in the woods, the whispers were bringing it all back to life as the sun shone through the windows...

and where everything was just a misty haze when time had stood still,

the mist really was clearing

as time began to start moving again.

Although hopefully the passage of time won't go too fast.

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Grandfather clock handmade by myself.

The making of the clock: Making a Clock for Thyme Cottage

 

New Beginnings...

Down that quiet country road, deep in the woods,  there is a whispering in the trees and an awakening has occurred. Muriel and Albert have found their new home having been homeless for a number of years now.  No longer will they be forgotten, or at least that is their hope.

The whispers have brought them to a new place in the woods and they admire the sign that tells them they are home.

Albert is slightly baffled though... the fireplace seems to be on the wrong side of the room

 

You may recall...

The chimney is on the outside wall,

and yet the fireplace is on the inside wall with a chimney breast going up on the inside.  How can this be?  Who knows apart from the whispers ...  He shrugs his shoulders and thinks to himself, it is summer, no need to worry just yet.  

In the kitchen, Muriel is already hard at work, wringing out the washed linens for their new home in her mangle that works just fine.

 

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.