I recall as a young child, being drawn in to the mystical world of the fairies.
As far as I was concerned there WERE fairies...period.
My mother, grandmother and aunt told me stories of the
fairies from the very beginning.
But, I knew for sure, they lived in my grandmother's back yard.
My sister, brother and I would spend hours planning out
how we would construct a tiny little town just for the fairies to use for their celebrations on that night .
As it became dark we would get jars from my grandparents and dash outside to catch fireflys (we called them lightening bugs). We would leave a jar out side by our fairy creation so they would have a light to dance by
I dreamed of fairies dancing under the huge trees. I could see their iridescent wings shining in the moonlight and the fireflys flashing their magical light show as they twirled,spun and danced on our colored glass floor to the sound of tiny flutes and harps.
They were friends of the
insects and animals from the woods behind the house, and they rode on them around the palace we had built for them singing and laughing.
They were friends of the
insects and animals from the woods behind the house, and they rode on them around the palace we had built for them singing and laughing.
I imagined them tip toeing through the soft green moss we had carefully chosen and layed for them, then crossing the matchstick bridge to take a cool dip in the bottle cap pool or a hole we had dug and filled with water.
I guess I even dreamed of catching one in the jar I had caught the firefly's in. So I could watch them fly around with the firefly's.
I can still see through my eyes as a child even today as I think of the fairies.
Magical, mystical and enchanted...
The imagination of a child is amazing...it all still seems so real...
but, it was, wasn't it?
I guess I even dreamed of catching one in the jar I had caught the firefly's in. So I could watch them fly around with the firefly's.
I can still see through my eyes as a child even today as I think of the fairies.
Magical, mystical and enchanted...
The imagination of a child is amazing...it all still seems so real...
but, it was, wasn't it?
What a wonderful venture back into your, and my own childhood to visit the World of Fairies!
ReplyDeleteIt is just amazing and such beautiful pictures that are so realistic. I love when my own thoughts go back to watching you all using your excessive imagination(which I admit I did influence) building fairy homes with walnut shells for beds and rosepetals for covers to keep them from being chilled. I'm very proud that you each had that special imagination that needs nothing but nature to inspire it.
I love this as you know! Mother
I can remember seeing in my own mind lightning bugs and butterflies flying all around the yard with fairies riding on them.
Ahh, Laura,
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful journey back into your childhood world of lovely
fantasy. yes, I admit to having a big part in instilling the love of
fairies in your imaginative little minds. My mother told me about
fairies and I have shared stories about them with your mom)my little
sister), and years later with my own two children.
today it seems to be frowned on to tell children fairy stories because
it might be detrimental to their mental ability to separate fact from
fiction. If that 'isn't the most stupid idea ever. Innocent little
fairies who only brought magical wonder, fun and laughter are much
kinder to mental growth than the gross and horror stuff children are
bombarded with today online, in books, movies, and real life
CHildren have this wonderful ability to create their own magical world
of lovely creatures and beings that live in the beauty of nature and
revel in the mystical loveliness of a moonlit night with moonbeams
streaming thru he trees to light a mossy circle where tiny fairies had
a party. Grownups make their escape from reality in many ways..some
not so good.
I have seen my children on their` knees peering out into the dark
backyard for fairies. It should be apart of every child's life. No need
to worry about the kids not knowing fact from fiction. Fact is usually
harsh and ugly. Fiction can be anything you want it to be. As the child
grows up the line between gradually sharpens and th child just knows
the difference. But tucked away in the memory are some lovely memories
of making friends with the fairies. Only a child can see them..a child
that believes. Part of me is still a child, I think. I looked at the
illustrations on your blog and my own memory took a quick journey t MY
childhood, oh, so long ago.There in a secret space is a lovely world of
make believe,where fairies ride on Luna Moths and slide on moonbeams an
swing on a crescent mon, and drink from cups made from tiny flowers, and
drank punch made from dew gathered from roses.. fireflies flew about
giving light for the festivities.
yes, only believers are allowed a glimpse into that secret magical world
of fairies. DOn't grow up too fast so that you leave the lovely dreams of
childhood lost in a dark jungle never to be found again.
Aunt Poo (Ruth Martin)
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