Encourage Children To See The Magic And Love Mother Earth

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We have a fairy in our midst who used to be human. She was born human and throughout the years has evolved into a fairy. It does happen sometimes, you know.  I bring this to your attention because we have learned so much from her about human beings. Her name is now Oak Willowglimmer. Oak has wonderful memories and shares them with us when we are in our circles at night. One of her earliest memories is seeing fireflies or lightening bugs for the first time. She just knew they were fairies, although some adults said they were just flying bugs. Oak knew better and refused to catch them in jars like the other children would do. If I remember correctly, she said she was about 3 years old at the time.

Another memory she has is looking under mushrooms that grew in her yard and seeing the little blades of grass that bent over on each side of the mushroom; you know like those concrete tables that have an umbrella in the middle and benches around the table. Oak’s mother told her that fairies had parties at night and would sit around the benches.  Isn’t that great? 

The soil of the Earth was important to Oak’s mother.  Her mother grew up on a farm and her family grew much of their food. Oak’s mother would work the soil in their little backyard by mixing in the compost (right from the kitchen’s green scraps) and mixing in earthworms. On weekends, they would drive around looking for houses with yard clippings out on the road. She knew that beautiful plants and trees would grow from these leftovers, discarded by others.

Oak also grew up with ducks and chickens and enjoyed their wonderful eggs. Her mother was always bringing home a stray cat or dog to live. Once, she let Oak take a fish aquarium and put two frogs in it. Naturally, before long tadpoles were everywhere and they eventually grew into frogs and footmen for princesses.

Now that Oak is a full-fledged fairy, she lives in the world she knew existed, but was always just a breath away from. She often tells us that if she had not become a fairy, it would be alright because she believed and would always believe because her human mother introduced her to the possibility of believing and encouraged her imagination. Great things grow from imagination, you know. 

We fairies often watch children when no one knows and see how children find enchantment in the most obvious places and objects; however their parents often do not see the same. Expensive toys are quickly set aside for magic cardboard boxes that turn into spaceships. A game in the backyard is abandoned when a child sees a wee river of water from a garden hose, that is moving quickly and carrying blades of grass with the current. Well, everyone knows that grass blades are surfboards for fairies. 

There is a special lady who creates magic from pieces of nature: nut shells that make a fairy house and stones from a river. She encourages the imagination and creativity of children AND their parents. This lady paints with the children and shows them how to color eggs and so much more. She can be found on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/joyfulartiststudio. Check it out! She posts magical and creative ideas for children. We need more humans to do this. We think that most parents do encourage their children, but the rest of the family and adult friends need to do it too. We fairies depend upon the belief that children have in us. We thrive and take great delight seeing a child’s face seeing a fairy for the first time. 

Children appreciate magic and fairies. The Earth and the creatures upon it appreciate us as well. In turn, we so appreciate your children and Mother Earth and its creatures.  Let’s form a circle of appreciation and work to nurture all children, the Earth and animals. We promise you will never regret it!  xoxoxo

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Oak Willowglimmer, Mistress of The Gardens and Queen Mary Gossamer Beamfly

Sun Song kept moving toward Sam and the tension grew amongst everyone. Sam’s eyes were darting everywhere as he tried to not look at Sun Sung in the face; which, by the way, seemed to be changing, and changing rather quickly! Oak noticed the changing also and was wringing her hands, as Sherwood and Henry were passing looks back and forth. The two of them, if anyone was watching and thank goodness no one was, were communicating without words. As Sun Song was slowly approaching Sam, Sherwood and Henry were edging closer to her – from the back. One was moving to the left and the other to the right.  Sun Song’s focus was so fiercely on Sam, she was unaware of anything. Sam was scared…all of his legs were shaking uncontrollably. Then, he was Sherwood behind the furious fairy.  Sherwood was forming a word and Sam recognized it right away.  W E A V E  weave weave.  Yes! He thought!  Weave strands of silk – strong silk, so that when she approaches, he can trip her and they can tie her up with the strands. Before they knew it, Sun Song put her arm out and opened her hand to grab Sam.  Just then, Henry bellowed like a bull and got everyone off guard.  As Sun Song whipped around to see where the bellowing came from, Sam flung the silken strands around her ankles and her arms and then he yanked on the strands, causing her to fall on her side.  She was livid and her face was quickly changing colors – BLUE – RED – YELLOW – ORANGE – BLACK – WHITE – PURPLE and on and on – every color you could possibly imagine! Everyone came running to help Sam.  “Sam, make more cords so we can be sure she’s tied up securely,” said Henry. As quick as a dime twirling on cement, Sam went into action, whirling out cords and cords.  Oak and Sherwood grabbed them and wrapped them wherever they could, tying up this mean, wicked being!

Suddenly, light came into the cave…light so bright and luminous that everyone was temporarily blinded by it.  As they blinked and blinked, trying to get their vision back, it became clear to all where the light came from!  It was Oak’s mother! “Mother, mother,” Oak ran so hard and fast to her mother that she didn’t even notice that her feet were no longer touching the ground.  She was actually flying just a few inches off the ground! Mary held her arms open and tears slid down her cheeks as her daughter flew into her arms. “My darling, my darling little girl.  I love you so dearly.” Oak just fell upon her mother’s lap, laughing and sobbing at the same time.  She was so happy!  “Mother, you cannot possibly imagine what has happened to me!  You just can’t!  It’s so weird, so scary and so wonderful!” Mary took her daughter’s chin in her hand and said gently, “Yes, my dear, I can.  You stumbled into a part of fairy land so absolutely everything has been different for you! I’m just so grateful you are OK. You are the treasure of my life.” Mary leaned down and gently kissed Oak on the forehead.

“Now, everyone! Please step forward and let me see you!” Mary stood and as she did, the most beautiful wings ever seen unfurled from behind her back.  Why, they were pink, with hints of turquoise and green and yellow.  They sparkled as if diamonds lined the edges of the wings. Oak’s eyes grew so bid and she whispered, “It’s true, it’s true!”  “Yes, my dear,” Mary said, “It is true.  I am the Queen of the Fairies and it is time for me to take my rightful place.  It is also time for you, Oak Willowglimmer, to stand and take yours’ – as Mistress of the Gardens”.  Oak rose slowly to her feet, as Sherwood, Henry and Sam stepped forward and bowed to the Queen and to the Princess.  Mary held her hand out and the three moved forward.  Each knelt and kissed the Queen’s hand. The Queen curtsied back to each one and gave them special names.  Sherwood was renamed as “Cat Sherwood, Feline of the Colony”.  Henry became “Henry, Hunter of the Forest” and Sam…well, Sam became “Sam, Special Spider of the Kingdom”.  “Now, my lovies,” the Queen said to all of them as she took Oak’s hand tightly in hers’, “when we get to our destination, I shall tell you everything!”

So Mary…oh! Her name is “Queen Mary Gossamer Beamfly”.  So, Queen Mary Gossamer Beamfly sprinkled fairy dust on all of them and off they flew! Off they flew to the Forest of Fairies.

As for Sun Song?  She disappeared!  No one saw her leave or heard her leave.  Just gone…

 

Oak Willowglimmer, Mistress of The Gardens Makes a Startling Discovery – Chapter Six

They certainly made an interesting sight: Oak, Sam, Sherwood and Henry, as they made their way out of the cave. It seemed they had walked forever, yet when Oak looked over her shoulder, it had been only eleven stones’ throw in distance.  She found this to be a little disheartening, but said nothing, for her friends were bravely moving forward and she didn’t want to say or do anything to make them feel sad.  Henry said, “We’re almost at the entrance, or one of the entrances.  I can always tell because the fairies of the light start whispering in my ear.”  Oak stopped and asked, “What?  I don’t see any fairies anywhere.  Henry, you’re fooling us, right?”  He smiled and shook his head and laughed, causing the walls to shake a bit.  “Oops, sorry!”  Stones were falling from the ledges of the cave that were up above. “I’m so sorry. I’ll be more careful,” Henry said, looking down at his feet.  Oak knew that Henry did that when he felt badly or embarrassed.  “Oh, it’s OK,” said Sam, as he jumped onto Oak’s shoulder.  “We know you didn’t mean to do it, but you really do need to be mindful of how big you are and how loud your voice and laughter is.”  “Well”, Oak said,” grabbing Henry’s little finger with her arm, “No harm done. Now, Henry, please tell me about these light fairies.” Henry’s face lit up and he smiled so big and cute!

Sitting down very gently, Henry began.  “When I was a baby, my mother would sing lullabies to me and my favorite was about the light fairies.” He softly hummed a little of the lullaby and everyone sat to listen. He said the words were, Little babies, do not fear; the sweet light fairies are always near.  So shut your eyes and know you’re safe, for the fairies of the light are in this place.  They love and protect you during the day and at night; you never have to fear the dark for nearby is their light. “Oh Henry!  I just love it!  It’s such a nice little song.”  “Well, there’s more, but we need to keep moving until we’re out of the cave,” said Henry.  Inside his heart, Henry was so happy he made Oak smile.  Not many people smiled because of Henry. He noticed that even Sam was tapping his many legs to the tune and Sherwood was puffing little clouds of smoke in tune with the rhythm of the song.

They all stood up and continued following Henry to the light.  As they walked, Oak was wondering about the light fairies, but decided to put off asking anything else until they were out of the cave.  Finally, they all saw a light; a tiny little light ahead.  Henry pointed to it and said, “There’s an entrance…or is it the exit?  Hmmmmm.”  Sam and Sherwood looked at each other and rolled their eyes.  They hurried their pace and moved toward the light as quickly as they could.  But it seemed that the more quickly they moved, the light never got closer.  It was like the light was moving ahead at the same speed they were moving ahead.  Oak was worried and Henry saw that.  “Oak, don’t worry.  I know we are close.  It just doesn’t seem that way.”

All of a sudden, the light so far away, came rushing at them!  There was no sound, just the light coming and coming until it stopped…it stopped right in front of Henry’s nose!  He was grinning from ear to ear!  Sherwood gasped and Sam just hung from the emergency web he had just spun to save himself from the light.  Oak stood there, staring at the light.  The light was a fairy; a beautiful yellow fairy with a pretty pink dress.  Oh, she was amazing.  The little fairy flew closer to Henry, until she was actually sitting on Henry’s nose.  This presented a funny sight for Henry’s eyes crossed as he looked at the fairy. He obviously knew her and she knew him.  “Henry”, she said (in a sing-song voice), “I’ve missed you so much” and she bent over and kissed him on the nose.  “Aw, I’ve missed you too. I’m so glad to see you!  We need your help.” “Why, of course, Henry.  I knew that and that’s why I’m here.  I’m always here for you, just as the lullaby your mother sang to you says.”  Right then, the fairy looked at Oak, and smiled. “Hello, Oak.  I’m Sun Song, of the Light Fairy Clan.  I’ve know you a very long time.”  “You have?  I don’t think I know you,” replied Oak, with a puzzled look on her face.  “Oh yes, Dear. You are my sister’s daughter; I’m your aunt.”  Well, Oak almost fainted at that remark.  She stared at Sun Song and couldn’t say a word.  Her mind was racing, trying to figure all of this strangeness going on.  Sun Song stepped closer and took Oak’s little hand.  “You know what this means, don’t you?”  Sun Song looked long and hard into Oak’s face.  Slowly, Oak shook her head, but couldn’t say anything.  Smiling, Sun Song leaned forward and gently kissed Oak on her forehead. “You, my dear, are a fairy…an honest to goodness fairy.  Not only that, you are a very special one because you’re the daughter of Mary.  Mary is our Queen and that makes you a princess…Princess Oak Willowglimmer.”  Oak just still stood there; she could not believe her ears.  The floor vibrated a little as Sherwood sat down.  Sam spun a little web to hang out in and also to position himself so his 23 eyes could see everywhere.

Sam had a good “sense” of things…after all with all those legs and eyes, how could he not? While Sun Song was talking with Oak, Sam glanced up and down and all around.  Right now, he had a sense that something just wasn’t right…he hung in the web, swinging back and forth slowly and noticed some movement under the long dress that Sun Song had on.  That was strange because she was sitting down and he could see her feet, so it sure wasn’t her feet making the movement.  Sam worked up the momentum of his swinging so that he could get closer to her.  On his sixth swing toward her, he saw a tail; a tail that looked like a scorpion tail.  The more he looked, the more he was sure.  Sam knew scorpion tails well, for scorpions were his enemies.  Henry was sitting and listening to Sun Song and didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. Sherwood didn’t either. All of a sudden, Sun Song looked sharply at Sam and asked (in a rather sharp tone), “Just what are you doing spider?”  Startled by her tone, Sherwood, Henry and Oak looked at her and then at Sam, as he jumped back into the middle of his little web.  “I’m just hanging out, like spiders do.”  “Well,” she said, “You’re hanging a little too close to me and I don’t like spiders much anyway.”  She rose to her feet and Oak jumped up and said, “Please don’t do anything to him.  That’s Sam, my friend.  He would never do anything to hurt you.”  The fairy, who by the way, seemed to be changing colors, slowly walked toward Sam.  (to be continued…)

Oak Willowglimmer, Mistress of The Gardens Meets The Dragon (Chapter Five)

Oak froze, as her mind tried to comprehend this situation.  One minute a beautiful fairy is before her and the next…well, this fire breathing mean looking dragon, who’s blowing orange and red smoke that smells like a dead ogre was there. (If you remember, she never did smell a dead ogre, but this smell would probably be pretty close).  She just stood there.  He just stood there and they both just stared at each other.  She felt something on her foot and tried to slowly move her other foot over to brush whatever it was away, without the dragon noticing; but he did and he jumped back and yelped!  Then she jumped back and yelped!  He screamed – she screamed…and then……silence.  Well, silence except for the rapid heartbeats resounding from both of their chests. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sam slowing lowering himself down from the ceiling, on a silver strand of web.  Their eyes met and the unspoken words were something like, “What’s going on with this dragon?”

Oak noticed that the dragon was actually crying and wiping his tears with the back of one of his paws.  She felt her fear leave her body and began to feel sorry for him; actually sorry for both of them.  “Sir,” Oak whispered.  His head jerked up and he began trembling and inches backwards into a wall.  “No, don’t be afraid,” Oak cried.  “I’m not going to hurt you.  Are you going to hurt me?”  The dragon looked at her sheepishly and said, “No, little one.  I’m scared to pieces that someone is going to hurt me.  Why would I hurt you?”  “Well, you’re a dragon, you know.  Dragons are known for being ferocious and scary and breathing fire on people and all sort of things,” Oak said.  “Not me.  I was never like that.”  Right at that moment, the walls began to shake and the floor began to roll.  The dragon ran and hid behind Oak and Sam hid behind the dragon.

Oak, Sam and the dragon could not believe their eyes, for walking right in front of them was a giant; a giant human being.  It was a boy, but a might tall boy.  He didn’t look mean; in fact he looked pretty nice.  He was whistling a song as he walked and was looking all around.  He stopped and seemed to listen.  Cocking his head to one side, he whispered, “Is anyone here?” Of course, because he was a giant, the whisper was like a might roar. He listened for a moment and then started walking, well, kind of tip toeing, like he was afraid he would step on something that shouldn’t be stepped on.

Oak, Sam and the dragon stayed perfectly still, hoping that the boy would pass them by; but alas, he didn’t.  He happened to have a little flashlight with him and he was shining it all over the cave.  He caught a glimpse of the dragon and bent down to look closer.  Oak, Sam and the dragon all took a deep breath together for they fear this would be the end of them.  Instead, the boy looked at the dragon and said, “Wow, a lizard!  I found a lizard!”  He went to grab the dragon and Oak yelled out, “No, please.  He’s my friend.”  The boy looked at her and said, “A fairy!  I knew it.  I JUST knew it!!!  I knew there were fairies in this cave!”  He was so excited that he began jumping up and down, which cause the ground to shake and roll again and Oak and the dragon fell on, while Sam just hung on the end of his webby strand.

Well, at this point, Oak was pretty tired of all she had been through in the last 24 hours or so. She stood up and brushed herself off.  Then she helped the dragon up and made sure he was OK.  Oak looked at the boy and said, “Excuse me for just one moment please.”  “Dragon, what is your name?  I can’t keep calling you dragon,” she looked at the dragon.  “My name, my name, my name….it’s Sherwood.”  Oak looked at him and smiled. “Please to meet you, Sherwood.” Turning to the boy, Oak said, “My name is Oak and these are my friends:Sam and Sherwood.  Sam is a spider and Sherwood is a dragon, but not a mean one.  You may think he’s a lizard because you’re so tall, but he is really a dragon.  I am a little girl who has gotten lost and I honestly don’t even know where I am.”  A tear slipped down Oak’s cheek and Sam jumped over to offer her four hankies to wipe her eyes.  The boy bent over to look at her more closely and then knelt down on both knees.  “Don’t cry, little fairy.  I won’t hurt you.”  “I’m NOT a fairy,” said Oak.  “I’m just a little girl.”  “Well, my name is Henry, Henry Hornbill.  My father owns this cave and has always told me to not come here because fairy, ogres and dragons live here.” Sniffling still, Oak replied, “Well I don’t know anything about any of that.  But I do know that I want to go home.  Can you help me?”  Nodding his head, Henry said, “Let’s go.  I have some friends that can help us.”  So, Henry led the way and Oak, Sam and Sherwood followed.  (to be continued).

 

Oak Williowglimmer – Mistress of The Gardens (Chapter Three)

“Oak, Oak, come home; please come home!” Oak heard her mother’s frantic cry for her, but she was falling so quickly it was all she could do to breathe. For that matter, it was all she could do to really hear her mother’s words, for the chimes, mixed with the thunder were sounding like a giant was stomping and with every stomp, the Earth shook and at the same time it sounded like massive windows of heavy glass were being blown out into a million pieces by an iron ball being directed by a madman driving a crane. Rather than trying to listen to everything, Oak open her eyes in an effort to see if there was something she could grab onto as she was falling. She kept trying to concentrate on not being afraid and to try to figure out what was going on and where she was falling.  She thought it was a good thing that she had her pajamas on, rather than a nightgown; but then…maybe not.  Perhaps the nightgown would actually have been like a parachute and slow the fall down a little; just a little. Oak started looking at her whereabouts, to try to identify landmarks, like you learn in Brownies.  She remembered her leader saying, “When you’re on a trail, always look for things that will stick in your mind so if you get lost, you can maybe backtrack and find your way out”.  She was doing that.  A birdhouse was on the right.  It was painted purple, pink, yellow and white.  “I have to remember this birdhouse,” Oak said to herself.  “I can do this.”  But before she knew it, she passed the same birdhouse again.  Or was it?  All of a sudden, there were so many birdhouses of all different colors that she became confused.  Shutting her eyes tightly, then reopening them did not help.

Then, Oak seemed to feel like she was no longer falling, but was jumping!  This was so strange. She could not stop jumping, but as she was, Oak realized something.  All this time, she had not been falling down; she was falling up!  Up?  Can you fall up? “Oh my,” was all Oak could say as she was jumping.  Every jump seemed higher than the other or the one before it.  Oak was really good at jumping rope; she never ever missed a beat.  But now, Oak felt sick to her stomach…really sick.  That’s when it happened.

A breeze seemed to be lifting her gingerly up and out of whatever it was that she had been in. It wasn’t a hole; it wasn’t a cup and it sure wasn’t a river, for she wasn’t wet!  This breeze made her feel better.  Oak was able to get her wits gathered.  I mean, for a ten year old girl, the gathering of wits was a feat, but then Oak never backed down from achieving a goal or completing a task.  Now I know this all sounds a bit odd.  Well, of course it does.   Here this little girl encountered a fairy, tons of wild wind chimes, thunder out of nowhere, falling down or falling up and now riding on a breeze. There are more odd things in this world than that.

Oops!  Oak fell!  Not far, but enough to shake her up a little.  Looking up, she saw the breeze had been distracted by a pretty little blue cloud and it decided to head over that way.  “This is so strange,” Oak muttered to herself, as she stood up and brushed off her pajamas and set them straight.  “What’s strange?” Oak stopped and looked around for the person who said that. There was no one.  “Yikes, I must be so tired.  I’m hungry too and now I’m hearing things” Oak thought.  “Hello?  What’s wrong with you?  Why don’t you answer?” Oak quickly scanned where she was.  It was only now that she realized the breeze had brought her to a sweet little garden; not too big and not too little.  It had a cedar tree in the back, pretty purple flowers, and all sorts of plants and such.

Do you ever get the feeling that someone is looking at you?  Well, as Oak was looking around this garden, she suddenly felt someone’s eyes on her.  Oh, it was strange.  She slowly turned around, but no one was there!  There was only a little spider hanging from a branch of the cedar tree.  Oak generally didn’t care for spiders, but this one was different.  It had clothes on or at least it looked like that.  She got a little closer and then the spider yelled, “Are you deaf?” Startled, Oak jumped back.  She said nothing, just stared and stared.  The spider was a creature of action.  It sort of pulled itself up by its belt – yes, that’s right, its belt.  It then jumped on a silver strand of its web and the strand began swinging.  It went back and forth and on one of its forths, the spider leapt onto a leaf very close to Oak.  It was pretty obvious the spider was a boy because of his belt, his jeans and his boots.  He also had a shirt on with the buttons on the side of the shirt, you know, like boys.  I have to add that jeans for spiders are, well, multi-legged.  Oak just stared at him and he stared right back at her with 23 eyes!  In the background, Oak heard her mother calling for her again.  This time it sounded like her mother was crying.  Oak felt so sad and the spider could see this.

“Who is that calling” Is it your mother?”  By this time, reality set in and Oak realized that she was far far away from home and her mother; she was so lonely and scared.  Nodding, Oak began to cry.  This made the spider feel badly and he sat down on the leaf.  “I’m Sam Spider, Jr.” Sam put out two of his arms to shake her hand, but then decided against it, knowing she was already distraught.  She looked up and Sam winked at her.  Although Sam had 23 eyes, he was very coordinated and winked with 17 of them.  “Oh”, said Oak.  “That’s really neat!”  “Aw.” Sam said as he bashfully looked down – well, 12 of his eyes looked down, the others crossed. “Sam, I miss my mother.  I miss her so much.  I worry about her too.  She must think something horrible happened to me.”  Sam cocked his head and said, “No, Oak.  Believe me, she has a good idea where you are.  That’s not to say she’s not worried, for she knows what a strange land this place is.”  Just as he finished is, a giant mushroom suddenly appeared right next to Oak.  It was giant, as I said, and was brown and purple.  It smiled too!  Actually it grinned at both Sam and Oak.  This was all so odd; so very odd for Oak.  She began to feel lightheaded and woozy again.  Oak thought she might fall against the Mushroom because the garden began moving – not spinning, just moving.  The flowers were walking, the trees were swaying and the grass began moving, much like a river.

Within a moment of a dream, it was dark!  Oak found herself in a swing in the garden and Sam and the Mushroom were nowhere to be found.  She began to feel sad and scared and went to slow the swing down, but it kept lazily swinging – back and forth and back and forth.  Actually the swinging made her feel better.  The moon was so big!  It was huge and the clouds were almost dancing in the sky.  Lightning bugs were darting here and there and she could hear tree frogs chirping.  Oh, she loved tree frogs.  So did her mother.  From the time Oak was a little girl, her mother taught her that frogs, especially tree frogs, could be her best friends.  She would say, “Oak, if it storms really badly and you’re frightened by the thunder, just listen for the tree frogs to start singing; for they sing a lullaby to the thunder, which helps to calm and quiet it down.  Also, if there should be a flood, tree frogs are famous for helping little girls and boys climb trees to get away from the flood waters.”  Oak would listen to her mother for hours and hours talk about nature and all the wonderful things that most people don’t even know about or see.

Just thinking about her mother’s stories made her feel so much better.  Oak leaned back on the swing to look straight up at that full moon.  It’s here that Oak’s story begins to reveal a secret. (to be continued)

Queen of FairiesGeoffrey of GreenwoodI See the moon

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Pearls of Faith

This garden was created for a friend of a friend.  He is in the hospital and my friend wanted something special to take him.  The friend/patient is a Christian and so the garden is created around his faith.  Rather than a fairy, I used a little boy angel, who is riding on top of a turtle. The turtle’s name is Tommy the Turtle.  Also along for the ride is a ladybug.  Timothy the Toad is sitting upon a rock in the pond.  You’ll see the “treasure” in this garden is a silver cross.  Also, a String of Pearls is growing in the garden.

This garden is in a bonsai pot, with the land and water features.   I hope the patient loves it and I hope you do too!  xoxo

Angel of Turtle with Ladybug and Treasure1 Angel and turtle2 Another view of pot Front view - water Front view Overhead view Side view of Angel, Turtle Side View of garden - land Side view of pot Timothy and pond Timothy the Toad, the pont Timothy the Toad Treasure Angel and ladybug

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)