I am pretty sure
I am pretty sure there is a fairy behind the house in the pear tree. Two days ago, at around dinner time I heard some rustling in the branches in the tree. I thought it was the wind, but there really wasn’t any wind. Then, as the sun was setting, for just a moment the sun’s rays dipped below the clouds and the cast light on the tree was peach in color. In that moment I am sure I heard a little voice singing a happy song. Was that a fairy?
Hi all those who love fairies.
Hi all those who love fairies. I live in a lovely part of the world surrounded by old growth trees, water, snow capped mountains, lots of moss and ferns, pine cones and twigs. Every day when I am outside I sense that there are fairies. Under the tall umbrella pine tree stands little door on the trunk of the tree with a ladder made by two little girls so the fairies can climb to the door, just in case their wings flap against the trunk which would make it very hard to perch. The girls hung a little fairie spoon with tiny bells collects the dew and rain water so they have a place to perch and wash themselves just in case they happen to fly into a spider web and wrap their bodies in sticky spider silk. Sometimes I have seen them make lovely clothing out of the silk so I think it depends upon the fairy. They are not always visible. That’s why it is so exciting to know they are there but very careful about being seeing. Do you have anything like this in your garden? If so I want
to hear . There is so much more to tell about fairies in my garden.
