Yesterday's weather was bone-chillingly cold with a
rain/snow mix . Today, it's gray and cold with
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,
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.
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?
Oh, do come soon.
I miss my garden faeries.
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.