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 .
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My sister and I in my grandparents back yard building a fairy palace.
Can you see the little light figure between us?
Hmmm...could this be a fairy????
We used the soft, green moss we found growing beside
the house in the shade or growing underneath the huge oak tree to use as carpet in our palace. The tiny pieces of broken glass became the beautiful dance floor. Purple violets, wild clovers, and rose petals decorated our tiny creation.
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We collected colorful pieces of broken glass, acorns with their little caps, pecan shells, tree bark,dis-guarded match sticks,bottle caps, smooth rocks,tiny sticks and marbles to construct our fairy palace.
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.
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?
