WE DISCOVERED TINY FOOTPRINTS IN THE GARDEN

Yesterday's weather was bone-chillingly cold with a

rain/snow mix . Today, it's gray and cold with

occasional flurries.

Looking out the window into the garden, I see signs

of spring's promise, and I long for the faeries' return.

I long to see them dance amongst the impatients,

scented geranium,

Japanese holly fern, and purple cone flowers

while wielding their wands, with tiny bells,

made from Solomon's seal fronds.

I'm eager to perch myself on a bench with my face behind an open book

and smile my secret smiles

as I steal furtive glances of tiny hands busily collecting dew drops

from roses because "it makes the sweetest drink for the butterflies."

They have their own names for things.

This is "Leopard Tree" because of it's spots.

They are drawn to fragrance.

The tips of their tiny noses are quite often dusted with pollen.

In the evenings, they sprinkle coreopsis blooms on their heads

because it's name is "Moonbeam."

Who doesn't like to wear moonbeams in their hair?

Come spring!

Oh, do come soon.

I miss my garden faeries.

KAY

Note: Some have e-mailed with questions re: my faery photo. It's not a postcard but rather a photo I took of my own faeries

( Molly and Waverly) in my garden, to which I've added a Photoshop effect. The text: my observations of their make-believe play.