There was a deluge of rain recently at the Maurer Manor and the little fairy house that I created in honor of my great-niece Jocelyn got flooded. So I had to find a much better place for my garden fairies to reside. I looked high and low, but nothing seemed suitable. Then a helpful sulphur butterfly showed me an absolutely magical place to move the little pot and stone path that my fairies had grown to love. The new location is higher, drier, and much, much prettier. It is hidden within the old stalks of the sunflowers and has a garland of morning glories over it. And for added magical protection there is a mushroom!
Jocelyn gets gifts from her fairies, especially if she leaves them something pretty like a pine cone or a special rock. They leave her rings or toys. Well, my fairies must know me very, very well because this morning they left me something delightful! A frog! I wish I had taken my camera with me for my little stroll to the fairy house. I guess I will remember it next time. But the sight of the tiny frog sitting inside the house is something I will not soon forget. I suppose I startled him, or he was late for an appointment, because he quickly hopped away.
Thank you again, Jocelyn, for sharing the magic of garden fairies with Aunt Mary. J