The April weather was lovely and mild. I’d taken my cup of tea out on the patio along with the newspaper, taken sips, put a blanket over myself as I lay back on the lawn chair and fallen asleep just as the sun was beginning to set.
I awoke with a start a little while later – there had been a slight noise. Perhaps the neighbor’s cat had stepped on something with its inaudible paws, and that something had moved, making the noise.
I peered through the twilight, and then I saw it – a garden creature, slight and grey, wearing a pointed red hat, stood on the stone border near the daffodil clump, seemingly doing stretches. I suppose I’d heard the small thud of its landing on the stone as it jumped down. More garden creatures emerged from flowers all over, and the garden was filled with tiny thuds.
– James Steerforth ( © 2009 )
Written for Café Writing’s In the Garden.
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