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The Girl, the Cat, and the Garden that Didnโ€™t Exist Yesterday

by Bill Tiepelman

The Girl, the Cat, and the Garden that Didnโ€™t Exist Yesterday

Once upon a Thursday that was supposed to be like any other, Lydiaโ€”a small, curious girl with an affinity for rose-patterned dresses and grand adventuresโ€”wandered into her backyard to find something that had definitely not been there the day before: a sprawling, enchanted garden. There were plants she didnโ€™t recognize, which was odd because Lydia considered herself something of a garden expert. Enormous blooms the size of dinner plates arched over winding wooden paths, their petals shimmering in impossible shades of indigo, coral, and bright peach. Vines coiled up ancient trees as if they were knitting a tapestry, and the air smelled like honey and cinnamon, though it was probably just the same backyard where the neighborsโ€™ dog liked to dig up their lawn. Perched beside her was her fluffy, slightly sarcastic Maine Coon, Maximilian von Purrington. Max had been named by Lydiaโ€™s grandmother, who claimed that cats with long names developed character, and Lydia figured it was true since Max had a personality that could fill the house. His ginger fur glowed almost theatrically in the soft light filtering down through the foliage, and he sat with his tail wrapped around his paws, regarding the garden with a mixture of surprise and mild disapproval. He preferred the indoorsโ€”where snacks were abundant, and the risk of strange vegetation was minimal. โ€œDid you do this?โ€ Lydia whispered, already certain the garden was hiding secrets she had yet to uncover. Max glanced up at her, narrowing his green eyes with the world-weary expression of a cat whoโ€™s used to humoring humans. โ€œI think we both know Iโ€™m not one for horticulture,โ€ he replied, his voice dripping with the kind of dry British accent Lydia imagined for him. In truth, Max didnโ€™t speak, but Lydiaโ€™s imagination filled in the gaps. โ€œAnd donโ€™t even think about eating anything here. If the mushrooms have eyes, we turn around.โ€ But Lydia was already dashing down the first winding path, lace skirt swirling around her legs, her hair bouncing as she leaped over roots that seemed to pulse with life. Max, torn between his loyalty and his reluctance to enter the garden, followed with a resigned sigh. The Gardenโ€™s Secret The deeper they wandered, the more peculiar the garden became. There were flowers that seemed to rearrange themselves whenever Lydia wasnโ€™t looking, and plants that shivered and withdrew as Max approached, as though intimidated by his casual haughtiness. Lydia laughed and twirled, delighting in every strange and marvelous sight, while Max muttered under his breath about โ€œbotanical nonsenseโ€ and โ€œhumans and their foolishness.โ€ Then they reached a clearing where a massive, intricately carved wooden door stood alone, leading to nothing in particular. Painted on its surface in delicate script were the words: โ€œFor Those Who Are Lost or Simply Bored.โ€ โ€œOh! We should go through it!โ€ Lydia declared. โ€œOr,โ€ Max drawled, stretching his paws delicately, โ€œwe could turn back. I hear the sofa is nice and warm this time of day.โ€ But before he could protest further, Lydia had pushed open the door, and they stepped through. A Dance with the Toads On the other side of the door, they found themselves in an even stranger garden. The path beneath them was not dirt or wood but soft, thick clouds that cushioned each step, and the plants here were even more absurd than before. Bright purple mushrooms sprouted on floating rocks, and enormous, puffy plants with pastel fur swayed in time to music that seemed to drift out of nowhere. โ€œAre we floating?โ€ Max asked, somewhat distressed. โ€œIโ€™m a cat, Lydia. Iโ€™m supposed to stay close to the ground. Gravity is part of my brand.โ€ Lydia barely heard him. She was already darting toward a cluster of flowers with gleaming petals that looked like stained glass. Behind the flowers, a signpost read: โ€œLEFT: A Friendly Ogre with Free Lemonade. RIGHT: Beware of Tap-Dancing Toads.โ€ Lydia, being a logical child, decided that free lemonade was an opportunity not to be missed, so she veered left, with Max reluctantly padding along behind her. Sure enough, they soon encountered a friendly ogre sitting in a large, comfy armchair, looking surprisingly domestic. He wore glasses, had a nose ring, and held a jug of lemonade in one hand. As they approached, he grinned and offered them each a cup (Lydia gladly accepted, Max sniffed his cup suspiciously). โ€œLovely day in the garden, isnโ€™t it?โ€ said the ogre, whose name turned out to be Gerald. โ€œOh, I wouldnโ€™t go past the river, thoughโ€”wild blueberry bushes with quite an attitude over there.โ€ โ€œOh, thank you, Gerald!โ€ Lydia said, delighted at having found a friend. โ€œDo you live here?โ€ โ€œOh, I wouldnโ€™t say I live here,โ€ Gerald replied mysteriously, peering over his glasses. โ€œItโ€™s just where I go on Thursdays. Fridays Iโ€™m more of a mountain troll, if you catch my drift.โ€ He winked. After a few more sips of lemonade, Lydia and Max thanked Gerald and set off once more, waving goodbye as he returned to his magazine, which appeared to be titled โ€œOgrely Affairs.โ€ The Journey Home Hoursโ€”or maybe only minutesโ€”later, Lydia and Max finally retraced their steps back to the lone door in the garden. They slipped through it and emerged once more into Lydiaโ€™s perfectly normal backyard. The enchanted garden was gone, replaced by the usual bushes, a patchy lawn, and that neighborโ€™s dog who was barking at a pigeon. As they stepped inside the house, Max immediately sprawled out on the nearest rug with a sigh, as if he had been on some terribly arduous journey. โ€œWhat do you think it all meant?โ€ Lydia asked, glancing back at the garden, as if hoping it might reappear. Max gave her an inscrutable look. โ€œSome things, Lydia, are better left unexplained. Like that ogreโ€™s lemonade recipe.โ€ They never spoke of the garden again, but every Thursday, like clockwork, Lydia would check the backyard, just in case the door returned. And though heโ€™d never admit it, Max always checked too. ย ย  Bring the Magic Home If you loved Lydia and Max's enchanting adventure through the mystical garden, you can keep a piece of that magic in your own space. Explore our Mystical Gardens and Childhood Dreams collection, featuring whimsical designs by Bill and Linda Tiepelman that capture the storyโ€™s dreamy spirit. From cozy throws to charming accessories, these items are perfect for adding a touch of wonder to your day-to-day life. Tapestry โ€“ Transform any room into a fairytale escape with this beautiful tapestry. Throw Pillow โ€“ Add a splash of magic to your sofa or reading nook with this cozy throw pillow. Tote Bag โ€“ Carry a piece of the enchanted garden with you wherever you go! Pouch โ€“ Keep your essentials close with this charming pouch, perfect for daily adventures. Each piece in this collection is designed to bring a smile and a touch of whimsy into your life. Take a bit of the gardenโ€™s magic with you, and let your imagination roam!

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