I thought that I had moved the fairy garden this spring.
I was tired of crawling around on the ground weeding.
It was too hard lying down to get those close-ups.
But you can’t move magic.
I stopped by the old tree today. Or maybe it called me over.
I felt it immediately, the magic.
Even through all the weeds and sticks and leaves, it was magical.
So down I went on my hands and knees,
crawling around that big old tree.
Cleaning out all those nooks and crannies between the roots.
Gently brushing away debris.
If one is lucky enough to find magic,
one needs to be wise enough to know
you can’t move magic.