Oak Willowglimmer – Mistress of The Gardens (Chapter Two)

If you remember, Oak was sitting in her little garden at the back of her yard; drawn there by a faint flickering light that could have been a fairy! So she slipped into the garden and sat and was silent; as silent could be!  Oak’s head didn’t even move when her eyes would look to the right, then to the left, above and down.  Why, if you were a fly in the garden, you would not be able to hear her breathe.  Then almost, as if it was always there, just barely, Oak heard “tinkling”…the tinkling of crystal or sea glass or…well, she wasn’t sure.  Listening, Oak decided it was crystal AND sea glass tinkling – together, as if on a wind chime that maybe fluttered down from Heaven or fluttered up from the sea.  Now Oak was well-versed in grammar and English and everything that goes with it; she knew fluttered up from the sea maybe wouldn’t make sense to everyone, but to those who mattered – it did!  Anyway, the tinkling kept up and began to sound closer and a wee bit stronger – not loud (for fairies or wind chimes would never be loud), just stronger.

She went to brush a wisp of hair from her right cheek and as she did, Oak felt something and winced, thinking it might be a bug.  Whatever it was, it wouldn’t really go away; it just darted from her fingers and found a different place on her cheek to make its presence known. As Oak went to swat at the bug, she suddenly thought that maybe it wasn’t a bug; it could be a fairy. “Oh my gosh”, she thought.  “A fairy!  A fairy,” she screamed in her head.  Ah, so excited, Oak could barely sit still.  But still…she sat.  Listening intently, she thought she heard some faint rustling…like the rustle you hear when you open a present and it’s wrapped lightly in tissue paper.  sshshhhshshew Say it quietly…shshhshshew….and as you come to the end, the shew ends almost silently.  Her eyes were slowing swiveling in her head as she scanned the room.  Light brush on her cheek, shshhshshew…and flickers of light, or perhaps the thought of lights; whatever, she felt, she heard and she saw everything she needed to know in her young smart mind that there was a fairy in the room.  “Tap tap tappity tap tap tap,” at her shoe; she felt that on her shoe.  Looking down, Oak saw the most beautiful little fairy that one could ever possibly imagine in this world or in any other world, for that matter. Taken by the magic and, oh just the magic of it all, Oak just stared at the fairy.

The fairy picked up a beautiful wind chime that looked exactly like what Oak imagined.  The little thing just shook and shook that wind chime, causing the delicate crystals and sea glass to literally come alive and each crystal and each sea glass rose up, off the bark (handle) and then, as if a wizard had flipped his wand, each piece then created its own wind chime.  Before Oak knew it, the garden was filled with little itsy bitsy wind chimes; not so many that you couldn’t move, but let’s say that if you were there, you would have to watch, very carefully, where you were walking, sitting, stooping or being or even standing!  But what was amazing was the sound.  It was the sound of crystal chandeliers and sea glass harps, all playing in tune with one another; being directed by an unseen maestro of mystical magical music.  The melody seemed as if it was straight from Heaven or Fairyland and seemed so familiar, Oak was sure she knew the song, but couldn’t, for the life of her, remember it.  “That’s right,” she thought, “it’s a memory, I know it is.  I just can’t remember this song.”

Having traveled in her mind to the room of memories, Oak almost forgot about the wind chimes…until the room grew silent…again.  She looked around and saw that the chimes had floated down to the floor of the garden…gently, like a very light snow; landing quietly and sitting still.  The little fairy then flew slowly up to Oak and beat her little wings while she hovered in the air in front of Oak’s face.  “Greetings, Oak Willowglimmer.”  “You know my name?” Oak’s heart really began to flutter.  “Of course I do.  I’ve known you all your life,” the fairy said.  “My name is Gossamer Beamfly and you are Oak Willowglimmer.“  At this point, let me describe the fairy.  She was only four inches high and had beautiful pink hair; so pink that you would think you were looking at cotton candy. Gossamer had beautiful blue eyes with green little sparkly glitter spots in them.  Her skin was a pale pale green…really just a hint of green…very light.  She was indeed lovely.

Gossamer said, “I know your mother too.  I know her really well.”  “How do you know us?” Oak asked.  “I can’t really say; just know that I do. Please don’t ask questions for my answers would only confuse you.  Plus, I’m your elder.”  “My elder?”  Oak tilted her head and looked at Gossamer.  “You can’t be older than me.  You’re so tiny and young.”  “Well, my dear, we fairies are like that.  We appear to be young or old or whatever, but we’re really the opposite!  I’m 125 years old.  Just had my birthday last week.”  “Oh my gosh,” exclaimed Oak.  “I can hardly believe this, but wait!  I do believe you, it’s just…well.  It’s like I’m in the middle of a fairy tale!  Really! My friends would never ever believe me.”  Gossamer fluttered closer to Oak’s face and looked right in her eyes and said, “There is no reason to even tell them.  The more people that know about us, the less…uh, how do I explain this.  For every human that hears about a fairy, but doesn’t believe, two fairies are frozen in time, way down deep in the Honeycrooked Tree right in the middle of Greenwood Forest.”  Gossamer looked sad now.  Oak thought she saw a tear slip down her cheek, but it was a tiny diamond or a tear that turned into a tiny diamond that fell upon the toe of Oak’s shoe.  “Oh my”, said Oak.  “I’m so sorry to hear this.  It just seems like everyone would believe in you and other fairies!”  Right at that moment, a clap of thunder sounded and shook the canopy over the garden.  Oak jumped and Gossamer began flying a circle as fast as she could – over and over and round and round, until Oak became dizzy. “Stop”, Oak whispered.  She tried to yell, but her words only came out as a whisper. “It’s only thunder.  Thunder cannot hurt you.”  Gossamer kept flying in a circle and the tiny wind chimes were rising in the air; their crystals and sea glass clattering and chattering…nothing like earlier when they sounded like angelic harp music.  The pieces of glass and crystal were flying and swinging and Gossamer was flying like a dragonfly that had lost its way and the thunder kept pounding the ground and Oak got more and more dizzy.  In the background of all the clamoring, Oak could hear her mother, Mary, calling for her.  Only this time, rather than the usual mother call, it sounded a little frantic.  Oak called back, “Mommy, I’m here, I’m here.” “Oak, Oak, please answer Mommy!  Please!  Oak, Oak, come home, come home.”

Oak was feeling faint.  The tinkling, the banging,  the fluttering, the manic wings, circles round and round, Mommy calling…all these things were rushing through Oak’s head and then she fell – and fell and fell.

(to be continued)

Oak Willowglimmer – The Mistress of The Gardens (Chapter One)

Just by reading the title of this story, you obviously know that Oak Willowglimmer is the Mistress of the Fairies of The Earth’s gardens.  This fact by itself is certainly not very interesting. However, Oak’s history is…interesting.  Before we go there, let me share what is said of her. The creatures of the forest and streams say she casts weird dreams and that she lives in forests of oak and ash trees. The elders of the villages say she can only be seen when the sun sets on the day of a completed harvest.  Small children say she wears pretty autumnal leaf colors and has delicate green colored wings like a cicada. Maybe this is all true and maybe it is not.  I’ll let you be the judge.

Oak was born a human.  Yes, she was a human baby girl.  A pretty little girl with auburn hair, which leaned much more on the reddish side.  Her eyes were green (still are) and she had freckles all over!  Her mother used to tell her the freckles were angel kisses; she has since learned that fairy kisses can leave freckles, as well!  She was the only child of Mary and…the truth is that she never knew her father.  Her mother never mentioned him.  Actually, Oak, after spending some time in the park and observing the grass blades that bent under the mushrooms and figuring that fairies played there, she decided her mother was a fairy and so was she!  Now mind you, she never told her mother that she figured out they were fairies.  Why, she didn’t need to have a father!  She was perfectly happy with just her and her mother.  She quickly figured that a family is a family regardless of who is in it.  Some have a mother and father, while some have only the father.  

Mary, Oak’s mother, had a green thumb.  Sometimes it would glow emerald green, while other times it glowed grass green.  Wherever Mary went, she found plants, twigs, leaves and orphaned seeds that she brought home and planted.  It seemed like overnight they would start thriving and growing!  Oak was even more certain that her mother was a fairy; even a Queen fairy!  Their backyard was a tropical jungle, with every type of tree and plant one could imagine. Fruit was happily hanging from the branches and fragrant flowers seemed to always be in bloom.  The perfume of the flowers hung heavy in the air of the neighborhood and it seemed that all the women on the block would purposely stroll by the house, just to catch a whiff of the lovely aroma.  

There was a particular corner of the yard that had a garden, but you could not easily see it, for there was a canopy of magnolia vines that covered it, leaving walking space of about three feet, which was quite comfortable if you were three feet or less.  Only Oak knew of this garden, for she created it. Although she didn’t realize it, she had inherited her mother’s green thumb.  The garden had miniature roses, marigolds, gardenias, daffodils, lavender, heather, every wild flower you could possibly imagine, and even herbs…every herb known to man.  Oak didn’t quite know how she came about having all of these wonderful plants, but she didn’t question it.  Every morning before she went to school, she would walk into her garden and find a new plant growing in a spot where she had placed a seed the night before.  You see, the birds were her friends and they would always bring her seeds from their travels.  The orioles and the buntings would travel south to escape the winter and bring wonderful seeds from the forests of the north!   She even had Fiddleheads growing.  

Well, one night it was hot…too hot to sleep.  They did not have air conditioning in their house.  Oak opened her bedroom windows and felt that the outside air was cooler than the inside.  She quietly tiptoed out the back door and just slowly wandered through the gardens, letting her fingers lightly touch the leaves, wet with dew.  It was so refreshing.  All of a sudden, she saw a wee light in her garden!  Squinting through the branches, she looked harder (can you look harder?) and saw this wee little light moving – here, there and everywhere!  “Oh!  It’s a fairy!  It has to be a fairy!”  She slipped into her garden and although she was not three feet tall, she lowered her head upon entering.  It was pitch black!  No light anywhere!  Oak sat on one of her palm frond mats she had made the other day and put her chin on her fists.  Oak just sat and sat and…sat.  

A tinkling of a wind chime filled the air, but very gently and softly.  As the chime played (she didn’t know where it was) the little garden began to glow.

(to be continued)

A Story About a Fairy Who Loved Daisies

Once upon a time, not so long ago; maybe yesterday?  There was a wee little fairy, who was only 103 years old.  Now for those of you who think that’s old, let me assure you it is not.  In fact, this wee little fairy was only 10 years old in human years.  Ah, but don’t ask me how to figure those years!  That is an age old secret!  Back to the wee little fairy…her name was Daisy Delight.  Her elders told her that she was named after a flower…the daisy. Unfortunately, it was the last daisy in their land, for all the daisies had been picked by a mean, mean old lady.  Not only did she pick them, she then dug up their roots so that they could not grow and make more beautiful flowers!  Oh, the elders were really in a stir about this.  These fairies loved not only flowers and the soil and animals, but they cared for humans, as well.  However, their caring for this old lady seemed to be weakening.

One day, the head of the elders, Elderberry Blue, rang the bluebells of the village, as a new fairy was just born…a wee little girl.  The fairies flew and danced and sang with pure joy, for this was to be the last fairy girl born for 500 years.  (No, I don’t know why)  So she was very special indeed.  Her mother, Lavender Lace, declared that the wee one would be named Daisy Delight, after the last daisy that had just been picked.  Delight, because she knew that her baby would grow into a lovely fairy who would delight fairies all over the realm, with her kindness and smile.  And, so it was.

As Daisy Delight grew, she always wondered and would ask everyone she met what a daisy looked like.  The older fairies would draw pictures for her, but they just could not capture the beauty of the flower.  Daisy Delight would sigh with disappointment.  At night, she would have the same dream:  she was playing in a field filled with amazing white and yellow flowers. She would run and run, for miles it seemed, and the daisies never stopped.  All of a sudden, the daisies began dancing with her.  She would twirl and twirl with the flowers for hours.  Then she awoke and knew that when she went outside, there would be no daisies.

Daisy Delight loved to wander through the little forest near her village.  The fairies never worried about their little ones wandering there because the creatures of the forest were their friends and would watch over all the little ones.  So, as she was flitting about, she spied an old woman sitting on a rock, crying.  Daisy Delight was so tender of heart that she began weeping herself for the old woman.  Gently, Daisy Delight landed on the woman’s shoulder. The old lady wasn’t even startled by the sight of a fairy!  This surprised Daisy Delight.  “Oh, little one, I’m so sad.”  “Why”, asked the fairy. “I have a dream that I have a granddaughter who I have never seen.  Her mother left home one day and I haven’t seen her since.  But word came to me that she had a little girl.”  “My, that’s so sad.  What was your daughter’s name?”  “Lavender. Lavender Lace.”  My goodness, Daisy Delight almost fell off the woman’s shoulder.  “I’ve been so upset that I tore up all the flowers that she had planted when she was little,” the old lady said.  “Were they daisies,” Daisy Delight asked.  The woman looked at her and just kept looking at her as Daisy Delight flew slowly in front of her face.  Daisy Delight asked her if she was a fairy.  “Yes, I am. But my sadness has caused my wings to fall off.”  In Daisy Delight’s heart, she knew; she just KNEW this was her grandmother.  She also knew she was not a mean old lady like the elders had said.  There had just been a terrible misunderstanding and Daisy Delight was going to fix it!  She told the old woman that she would come back the next day at the same time.  They agreed to meet.

The next morning, Daisy Delight, who barely slept all night because she was so excited, woke up and cleaned up the whole seed pod (their house) before her mother awoke.  Lavender Lace was so pleased upon waking that she asked Daisy Delight what she would like to do.  “Oh Mother!  Let’s wander through the forest!  I saw some berries I would love to pick.”  Lavender Lace looked lovingly at her daughter and smiled.  “Yes, let’s do!  I used to do that with my own mother when I was little.”  Then Lavender Lace looked so sad.  “What’s wrong, Mother?”  “Oh honey, sometimes I just miss my mother so much.  I wish she was still alive.”  Daisy Delight tilted her head and looked at her mother, but decided not to say anything.

So, they packed a picnic lunch and flew out the door!  They had a great time in the forest and found the berries.  Her mother wanted to have lunch in a special place, but Daisy Delight said, “No Mother!  I found a wonderful place in a clearing yesterday.  Let’s go there!”  Lavender Lace laughed and on they flew.

They flew for just a small distance when Lavender Lace spotted the old woman sitting on the log.  She stopped and slowly lowered to the ground.  As she did, the old woman looked at her and stood.  “Lavender?”  “Mother?” Lavender Lace flew to the old woman, who was now weeping with joy, for now she knew her daughter was alive.  Lavender Lace flew and kissed her mother all over her face.  In the meantime, Daisy Delight was flying up and down with pure happiness and giggling the whole time!

Well, to make a long story short.  Years before, the young Lavender Lace fell in love with a young male fairy, who wooed her away one night. They were going to return, but a wind grew up so fierce that it blew them off course and they lost their way.  For all they knew, they were countries away from Lavender Lace’s home.  In the meantime, the old woman (who was not so old at the time) heard about the fierce wind and how many fairies never returned home because of how it blew them so far away.  She just assumed that something dreadful had happened to her Lavender Lace.  “Mother, here is your granddaughter, Daisy Delight.”  Daisy Delight flew into the arms of her grandmother and both were so happy!!

Thereafter and even to tomorrow, Daisy Delight tells people to never give up and never lose hope; for the world is good and delightful!  Oh!  The grandmother’s wings grew back.

Helene of The Forest of Fairies

Helene was just a young little girl…maybe around 8 or 9 years old.  Her parents, Harold and Veronica could always spot their little girl from a distance; her halo of white/blonde curls seemed to radiate a wee golden cloud above her head.  This is not to say they ever let her wander from them, but should they pass by her school playground, that gold cloud was always glowing like a yellow diamond dust mist.  Helene, aside from being so pretty, was a very good girl who loved nature and animals; after all they’re all the same she would say.  Often, her mother would find her petting a garden snail or talking to a lizard.  Their gardens were full of these wonderful creatures of nature and you can be sure that Helene had given a name to every single one.  She did have a favorite, Geoffrey.  Actually, his full name was Geoffrey of Greenwood, since they lived in the village called Greenwood.  He was a frog and a mighty handsome one!  Helene and Geoffrey would spend many happy hours playing side by side, alongside the creek that ran next to the edge of the forest.

One day, Helene was lying on her back, counting all the tiny little clouds that were passing by. Today they were like little puffs of cotton, so there were many to count!  Geoffrey was on his back too – counting flying bugs.  “Helene, do you believe in fairies?”  Helene turned her head and grinned.  “Geoffrey!  Everyone knows there’s no such thing as fairies.  Don’t you know that?”  Geoffrey looked up at the sky and continued the counting of the bugs.  A minute or two went by, and Geoffrey jumped up and looked down at Helene.  “Come!  Follow me!  I want to show you something in the forest.”  “Hmmmmm”, Helene murmured.  She wasn’t allowed in the forest, but she just knew if her parents knew Geoffrey, it would be OK.  He was the nicest and sweetest person…uh…frog she had ever met!  “Oh…OK, but only for a minute!”  “Yay!” said Geoffrey.  “Let’s go!”.

The woods were sort of dark, with just a little sunlight slipping through the spindly branches that had woven together.  It seemed like she had walked forever, while Geoffrey jumped forever.  Yet, he never jumped too far ahead of Helene, for fear she would become frightened. He knew there was nothing to be feared in this forest, for it was The Forest of Fairies and this family of fairies loved humans and nature just as much as Helene did.  They just needed to guard their secret with a dark entrance to the forest because so many humans thought fairies were bad and did bad things.  Well, that may be of some, but not these.  Geoffrey prided himself on associating only with the best of the best; whether it be man, beast, flowers or bees!

“We’re here”, he proclaimed, as he jumped and plopped himself (Indian style) in the middle of a beautiful, yet small, enchanting meadow that appeared to have a spotlight on it, straight from the sun!  Sweet little flowers of every color imaginable were everywhere!  “Oh Geoffrey!” Helene squealed with delight, “It is perfect!”  Helene skipped over to Geoffrey and, being the little lady she was, sat down and fluffed out her dress, like she had been taught.  “What is this place?” Geoffrey leaned towards her and winked.  “It’s The Forest of The Fairies.”  Her eyes grew big and her mouth opened, but nothing came out; for approaching her was a beyond belief fairy, atop a pink cloud that had somehow dropped from the sky above and become a cloud something or other.  Helene couldn’t speak and just stared.  The fairy was in lavender, which perfectly matched the pink cloud.  It was a lady fairy and she was about 4 inches tall, with flowing black hair and the bluest eyes anyone ever saw!  “Whoa, ” said the fairy in a teensy tiny voice to the cloud.  Stopping right at Helene’s feet, the fairy said, “I’m so happy to finally meet you after all this time.”  Helene just sat there staring.  She knew she should curtsy, or say something, but she couldn’t move.  The fairy just smiled and said, “I know you’re a little surprised.  It’s perfectly normal! You haven’t believed in fairies, but you do believe in something far more wonderful.”  Helene finally found her voice.  “What’s that?”  Stepping a little closer, the fairy said, “You believe in and care about  animals…all of nature!”  Gently placing her hand on Helene’s cheek (it was so tiny it felt like a little feather), the fairy said, “I am the Queen of The Forest of Fairies.  Ever since Geoffrey was barely still a tadpole, he would swim back to us and tell about you and your friends of the Earth.  If Geoffrey approved of you, we knew you were special indeed.”  Then she flitted down onto Helene’s knee and curtsied.  “I am Queen Lavender Lily”.  Helene giggled, “I’m Helene.”  Queen Lavender smiled and said, “Helene, from this day forward you shall be known as Helene of The Clouds.” Stepping aside, Queen Lavender introduced Helene to the pink cloud.  She said, “This is Pink of The Sky and he shall be your companion from this day forward.  Should you ever need to move quickly from one place to another, all you have to do is clap your hands three times and he will be at your side.”

Helene was just so excited!  Geoffrey was very touched by the Queen’s gestures and words extended to Helene.  In a distance, Helene heard her mother calling for her.  “Oh, I have to go! I am so pleased to have met you, Queen Lavender!”  “I am as well, my dear.  Please take Pink of The Sky with you and he’ll see you get to your mother quickly.”  “TaTa my dear Helene – we will see each other again.”  With those words, the Queen floated upwards and disappeared.

“Oh my”, exclaimed Helene as she found herself walking up to her mother in the kitchen of their house!  (Gosh, Pink of The Sky is fast!)  She ran to the window just in time to see Pink disappear.  (Pink for short).

“Did you have a good day, Helene?  I was worried when I didn’t see you in the back yard.  But I’m happy to see you.  Where did you go for those five minutes?”  “Five minutes?” Helene looked at her mother.  She thought to herself it had to be more than five minutes.  “Yes, Honey.  It was 4:00 when you went out and it’s 4:05 now”.  Helene looked at her mother and said, “Dear Mother, I was thinking about how wonderful this world really is.”  Helene’s mother looked at her and said, “Yes, darling it is.”  Then they both looked through the window at the sky.

Believe…a fairy story

Once upon a time, there lived a fairly young couple who had no children.  The wife, especially, was so sad about this.  Her name was Lisbeth.  The husband, Ethan, was sad as well, but more so for Lisbeth – for she was the love of his life and made every moment worth living.  Lisbeth and Ethan had been married for 15 years.  They lived in the countryside of Vermont, in a small little town that was so quaint and sweet.  There weren’t more than four country blocks in the middle of town, yet it was the grand meeting place for those who lived there.  Oh, they shopped, ate in lovely little cafes, visited all of the craft shops (there were only two) and often ran into neighbors in the book shop.  Lisbeth and Ethan grew up in this little quaint town and so knew everyone, which is wonderful, but often Lisbeth would wonder if the neighbors were looking at her with pity because she could not have a baby.

One morning, Lisbeth stepped out her front door to check on her flower garden and almost stepped on something.  She looked down and it was a teensy tiny little turtle.  It appeared to be silver with a light green shell on its back, which had flowers and the word believe written in script.  Lisbeth bent down and picked it up.  Holding this little turtle in her hand, she realized that it was not real, or at least that’s what she thought, for the turtle looked up at her and smiled.  “Oh my goodness,” she whispered as she stared at the little guy.  The turtle continued looking at Lisbeth, with a smile.  Suddenly, she found herself smiling because, well, he was so cute AND because she had always believed in magical happenings, but had forgotten as she had grown older.  Still smiling, she held her palm closer to her face so that she could see the turtle more closely.  As she did, the turtle moved just a tad, to reveal glasses which somehow he put on so he could see Lisbeth more closely.  Both looked at each other and started laughing.  Why, they laughed so hard and so long!

Lisbeth sat on the white wicker chair on the porch and placed the little turtle on her lap.  She was happy for the first time in a long time.  We don’t know about the turtle, but he sure seemed happy too.  He began humming a sweet little song and before she knew it, Lisbeth fell fast asleep in the chair.  She had such nice dreams and they all seemed to be about believing in goodness, kindness and miracles.  When she awoke, Lisbeth just sat and didn’t move; she felt so much at peace.  Suddenly, she remembered the turtle and looked down; but there was no turtle!  Alarmed that something had happened to him, (such as: did she sit on him?  did he fall?).  She looked everywhere and couldn’t find him.  Sitting back down, Lisbeth wondered if it had been a dream.

Well, soon Ethan came home and they fixed dinner and ate.  Lisbeth told Ethan about the turtle and her dreams, and he said, “Sweetheart, I’m sure it happened.  Be happy.”  That’s all Ethan would ever say.  “Be happy”.

A few months went by, and Lisbeth began to feel horribly ill.  Her sickness seemed to last for weeks and Ethan was dreadfully worried about his beautiful wife, so he took her to the doctor. Of course…sure enough and I’m sure you’ve guessed it – Lisbeth and Ethan were going to have a baby.  A baby! Lisbeth and Ethan were dancing on clouds and just so deliriously happy!  As her body began to change and people could tell she was having a baby, Lisbeth would proudly walk about the town square, just glowing and beaming from ear to ear.

Soon enough, the little baby was born and it was a boy!  A beautiful little boy with green eyes and blond hair.  He was precious!  Ethan and Lisbeth named him Harry, after Lisbeth’s father. Ah!  The world was a grand place indeed and sheer joy enveloped the town and the home of Lisbeth and Ethan.

On a beautiful Spring day, Lisbeth was tending to her flower garden, when she spied something silver in the grass which edged the garden.  Her heart beat quickly as she pushed aside the grass and lo and behold, there was the turtle and next to the turtle was a tiny little fairy.  Both looked at Lisbeth with kind smiles.  Lisbeth put her hand to her throat and said, “I thought it was a dream!”  The turtle slowly shook his head and said, “No, my dear.  You were not dreaming.”  The little fairy, who was dressed in a lovely light green gown, looked at Lisbeth and said, “You were so kind to my friend those many months ago.  When I found him and we left, he told me of your sadness.  So, we really worked on helping you believe; believe that anything is possible, with kindness and goodness in one’s heart. “Lisbeth felt a tear slip down her cheek, as she looked over at Harry, peacefully sleeping in his little basket next to her.  Her heart was full.  Looking down, the turtle and fairy were gone!  But this time, Lisbeth just sat on the grass and pulled sleeping Harry to her and held him.

The next day, while pushing Harry in his stroller in the town, she noticed that a new shop had opened.  It was so new; the sign had not gone up.  Stepping through the doorway, she felt she had been transported into another world; a world of fairies, for this shop was ALL about fairies.  Why, there were fairies, fairy dust, fairy furniture, books, fairy gardens and anything and everything you could possibly imagine about fairies.  A beautiful woman, with long flowing auburn hair, stepped out of the back room and asked Lisbeth if she could help her. Lisbeth replied, “Oh, I just love this shop!  I didn’t even know we were getting a new one!  It’s lovely!”  “Thank you,” the woman replied.  “This has always been my dream.  I’ve always wanted to have a shop where I could share the fairy world with others.  I have loved them since childhood.”  “Oh, me too”, said Lisbeth.  “What is the name of your shop?”  The lady smiled and replied, “Believe”. Lisbeth looked at her and then Harry and back at the woman and just smiled.