tiny tiki hut
fairies sing whirl dance all night
gone by morning’s rise
“you wait here, I’m going to the tiki hut.”
– Special FBI Agent Seeley Booth, Bones
yes it was yesterday, i think they may have over-celebrated and lost count.
the fairy dance
the soft stars are shining,
the moon is alight;
the folk of the forest
are dancing tonight:
o swift and gay
is the song that they sing:
they float and sway
as they dance in a ring.
o seek not to find them,
the wee folk so fair;
they’re shy as the swallow
and swift as the air:
if you come, they are gone
like a snowflake in may:
like a breath, like a sigh,
they vanish away.
-katherine davis (1892-1980)
image source: peter gray’s vintage art and postcards
now is this isn’t a sure sign of spring, i don’t know what is…
“spring makes its own statement,
so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of his instruments,
not the composer.”
Art credit: Margaret Tarrant – The Fairy Troupe / Spring’s Flowery Cloak. Circa 1920s painting. A female sprite with a blue cloak shepherds tiny fairies and elves, each carrying a spring flower, through the undergrowth. Published by the Medici Society.
the kinder created a new house for the fairies
after their old house broke apart
and they had nowhere to live.
after learning about detroit artist, tyree guyton,
they created the house in his artistic style
and placed it in the garden
where beautiful flowers were just beginning to bloom.
“life itself is an art form”
-tyree guyton (creator of the heidelberg project)
a new garden begins
in the first spring
spent at my home
first things first
a door is decorated
tiny flowers are planted
shells and stones and treasures and glittery things
leaving room for more to come
the fairies are welcome
to visit and stay at their leisure
i’ll listen very quietly.
I spent some time this morning
creating the beginnings of a fairy village
in the front garden
of a friend’s little girl
who liked to come and visit my garden
when she got home
she discovered the surprise
saw the fairies had moved in
right in her very own front yard
and gave it her full endorsement
“the whole point of life was you couldn’t ever be sure what would happen next.
sometimes what happened was good, sometimes not,
but there were always surprises.”
― veronica henry, author
“Frost grows on the window glass,
forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry.
Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition.
Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor.
In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in . . .
But first, you hear the crackle of their wings.”
― vera nazarian, the perpetual calendar of inspiration
how lucky that a local fairy
stopped by our classroom
to visit our fairy house
she must have heard….
“it is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies,
and almost the only thing for certain
is that there are fairies wherever there are children.”
-j.m. barrie – peter pan in kensington gardens