I've been keeping my eye on this little doorway nestled among the roots of a great pine tree in our back garden. The little doorway is located very near where we "discovered" the
pinecone gnomes, however this doorway is much too small for
those particular gnomes. During the colder months of the year, the doorway is nice and neat... a welcoming entryway into someones wintertime home, however in the summer I've noticed it all goes to wrack and ruin. This morning I found an owl-pellet near the little doorway. so I dearly I hope whoever lives here will be very careful if they are planning any nocturnal jaunts!
This all makes me wonder who lives in such a little house among the roots of this tree... Don't you wonder, too? It also makes me think of the following poem:
THE LITTLE HOUSE
By Elizabeth Godley
In a great big wood in a great big tree,
There's the nicest little house that could possibly be.
There's a tiny little knocker on the tiny little door,
And a tiny little carpet on the tiny little floor.
There's a tiny little table, and a tiny little bed,
And a tiny little pillow for a tiny weeny head;
A tiny little blanket, and a tiny little sheet,
And a tiny water bottle (hot) for tiny little feet.
A tiny little eiderdown; a tiny little chair;
And a tiny little kettle for the owner (when he's there.)
In a tiny little larder there's a tiny thermos bottle
For a tiny little greedy man who knows the Woods Of Pottle
There's a tiny little peg for a tiny little hat
And a tiny little dog and a tiny little cat.
If you've got a little house
And you keep it spic and span,
Perhaps there'll come to live in it
A tiny little man.
You may not ever see him,
(He is extremely shy):
But if you find a crumpled sheet -
Or pins upon the window seat -
Or see the marks of tiny feet -
You'll know the reason why.