Today’s #maydays prompt, feature a little magic, elves and or fairies.
There are fairies in my garden. I see them each day zipping in and out of my ferns. They love to swing and slide along the soft fronds of the maidenhairs and down the steep and exciting slopes of the majestic bird’s nests.
They’ve lived in my garden a long time. My grandmother introduced me to them as my initiation into things fairy in our garden.
What I didn’t know when I first became aware of them was the responsibility I had in caring for them. They feel comfortable with me being among them but for a stranger they have the ability to vanish and no amount of looking will reveal any sign of them.
Each Spring they hold an end of winter festival. All the garden fairies gather in the gardens centre to dance and sing, tell stories and plan the spring activities. For the past few years they have invited me to join in.
It’s always on a Thursday that this event is held and I venture into the garden and request an invitation to the celebrations. The King of the Fairies a very lovable Fairy called Michelmas enjoys the time I spend with them. He sends his special envoy to cast the spell required to bring me to fairy size and I am included in all the festivities.
There is always a feast, of special fairy meats and fairy vegetables washed down with very generous amounts of fairy wine.
The singing is always fun and assisted each year by the copious flagons of wine made available. Their songs are raucous and rambling, telling of dreams and schemes, of love and passion, of success and failure but always of hope and connection.
They celebrate long into the night and by the time I have had my fill and it is time to call it a night I invariably end up in my bed. How I get there I have never completely understood but I am left with wonderful memories.
There are fairies in my garden and its best you take my word for it.