Tommy saw the garden and house as a place to explore. Nearly all of the seven acres of garden were totally overgrown, for no one had tended the main garden for many years. When spring arrived Tommy started to explore, he likened himself to a hunter. Day by day he gained in confidence, gleaning knowledge he began to gain an understanding of the gardens original layout. Former paths and terrace allowed themself to be opened. Then he started understanding the way in which the garden had been planted, as flashes of colour entered his mind. He had discovered that the secret was to find a quiet corner, then lay back and dream. Sounds and scents would impress themselves upon him, gnarled bushes would shrink and become beautiful again. A round sunken area returned to being a glorious arts and crafts fountain. Broken walls reformed, shards of glass and cast iron became a greenhouse. Strange plants returned to orderly borders. Then Tommy heard a dog barking followed by laughter, so he retreated to a hollow in the ground. As an icehouse formed around him, he saw a pair of children chasing a corgi. When the ice was piled around him, Tommy returned to his world.
Earlier today I saw a photo of a book called The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, with a brief flash fiction update. So when I saw this prompt picture, I attempted to write something similar. I think I have ended up with a ghost story! The 1911 book by Frances Hodgson Burnett is well worth reading.
In case you are wondering the main house is quite amazing, but I would need two hundred – more words – to illuminate it. I may yet attempt to do that.
As for a Icehouse, in England it was a building usually under ground used for storing ice.