The fairies have a new hangout. Since it is fall, I carved a pumpkin just for them.
They love all our human traditions for decorating and celebrating.
They like trick-or-treating
and bobbing for crabapples
and roasting marshmallows.
Blow that out PI!
They spend most evenings together inside that pumpkin.
Oh, look. They are in there now. Let’s take a peek inside.
Looks like a Halloween party.
What’s this girls? Gambling?
Et tu Tink? Wait ’til Disney hears about this.
I should have known when I saw Wingrid’s new bottle tree.
How old are fairies anyway?
FLOW is always the last to know.
If there were an official plant of the fairies, I bet it would be the foxglove.
They are magical plants. They sow their own seeds. They change colors.
Even their flower shapes morph from year to year.
They seem to know where they belong and what form is needed.
Or is it the fairies that do it?
Every year I anticipate some surprises from my Digitalis purpurea.
This year there were several. Some pinks got pinker.
Some whites turned half pink.
Some flower tubes got longer and narrower.
Some seeds sneaked into the bunny yard to germinate and had to be moved. They are poisonous.
Foxgloves are so charming, they must be magic.
My friend is a fairy, but she doesn’t know it.
She collects fairy dolls
and fairy statues
and fairy art.
She reads books about fairies.
She has a fairy garden in the woods beside her farm.
There are fairy houses,
fairy tea sets,
and fairy shoes.
She points out where the fairies have been.
Under this fern, up this tree, upon this vine.
She says she believes in them, which I think was funny… coming from a fairy.
All her friends have an awareness of her fairiness.
Her cat knows purrfectly well that she’s a fairy.
Her dogs are charmed, I’m sure.
She raises chickens in a carousel castle.
I bet they lay golden eggs.
Her flowers and herbs grow like Madgic.
She is surrounded by magic everywhere, but doesn’t realize that it all comes from her.
How can she not know that she has wings?
FLOWER, friend of a fairy.