Saturday, June 26, 2010

*A Visit to the Faerie Garden

One sunny day in June, I was invited to the Teddy Bear's Picnic.  We had a splendid time.  We ate cucumber sandwiches. They told me about a Secret Faerie Garden.


The Teddy Bears told me that I was to wander in the woods until I found the Cathedral Window Rose.  The roses did not always bloom, but there would be other clues along the way.



Tucked away in a tiny corner I found a stone.  I looked very carefully and I found some writing on it.  Yes, sure enough, there were the words ~ SECRET GARDEN.  Could this really be the Faerie Garden I was looking for?


I wandered through the narrow path and found a hitch for my unicorn.  The faeries have a fancy for unicorns and try to get them to stay there.  Unicorns like to roam free.

There was a creaky bridge to cross.  I was nervous for I had been warned that elves live with the faeries and they often watch under bridges.  I kept my eyes open and looked all around.  I was even a bit scared.

Sure enough, there was one sitting by the bridge post.  He looked as if he was writing.  Was he writing a book?  Could he be a watchman for St. Nicholas?  I decided it would be best not to disturb him and walked on.




Once across the bridge, there was a wonderful sitting area with chairs just my size.  It is as if the faeries were expecting me!





Shaded by the weeping cherry tree I enjoyed a brief respite.  I could hear the birds twitter and the bees buzz.  However, I thought I could hear tiny voices ~ like faint singing.

Yes, just beyond the sitting area, I spied a faerie village.  Tucked amongst the foliage were little faieries working and playing and dancing.  They were not afraid of me at all and invited me to stay with them a while.

At first I thought the sister faerie had locked her brother in his room and would not let him out.  However, that was not so.  They were cleaning windows!  I did not know faeries cleaned windows.

Further in the copse, there were two more faieries.  They were busy planting flowers.  Faeries are partial to violets and pansies.  They have a passion for peonies, but those flowers are much too big for faeries.


The last fairie house was funny.  The little boy was sitting on the porch.  He was pouting.  His little sister was trying to put him into a better mood.  So we all had faerie tea and cookies together.  They day continued on until dusk was on the horizon. I waved "good bye" and made my way home ~ hoping to visit the faerie village again soon with my special friends Margaret Rose and Helen Grace.