There is a lot more in a fairy than you guess, and a deal more than she has any idea of herself.
Fairies are winged people surrounded by a halo of light. Fairies reveal themselves only to certain people. Not everyone can see, or detect a fairy. Although their colorful wings are a in constant wafting –like a summer thunderstorm, like a great blue heron, like a flock of red-winged blackbirds— they cannot be seen by the ordinary eye; they’re invisible, and the halo of light in which fairies move, and dance, and live in, is perceivable by every creature in nature but humans.
A fairy can be found anywhere… you may find them strolling the streets on a placid Sunday morning, at the mall, in church sitting in the pew next to you or at the most unexpected coffeehouse in your own hometown. You can always detect a fairy by her shoes; they’re usually shiny black with a silvery pointy pirate toe kind of booties lace up shoes with 3 3/4 inch heels. Although this is not always true.
The fairies I known all my life are notorious for their love of home, good food, comfort, and security. Though some fairies live in houses, they traditionally live in holes in the ground. The holes are not dank and smelly but comfortable, cozy underground dwellings with all the amenities of their aboveground counterparts. The hole occupied by the fairy in this story is called “the house in the roses”. It is quite a pleasant dwelling, with comfortable furniture and a well-stocked kitchen, nestled in a snug little village under a magical secret garden. (Can you see the magical door knob on the magical red door?--certainly, a real fairy must live there)
And so, on the day this story begins, this particular fairy and her hobbit friend are enjoying a lovely Sunday morning stroll through the quiet streets of their hometown… each street is lined with majestic trees that mingle with little enchanted cottages and front yards buried in sunflowers and white Shasta daisies. This lovely part of town in known as “the Northend”; the place where all the charm of the world decided to gather in one same spot...
The colors of fall are in everything and everywhere. The huge trees had surrendered before the new season with wide open arms reaching the sky… trees are brown and bright yellow and burned orange, their leaves come tumbling down without the slightest sound… they’d lie so quietly on the ground waiting for the wind to come puffing by to blow them off towards the sky….
No spring nor summer beauty hath such graces as I have seen in one autumnal face… the charming little cottages on this side of town lead up to a winding road that takes you to the foothills, where all the pretty mansions and huge houses with stone facade resides…
The fairy of my story and her hobbit friend continued on their leisurely walk through the quiet morning under myriads of pretty leaves falling down… green, orange, yellow and brown; one colored red landed on Hobbit’s head…
Coffeehouses with people bundled up in pretty scarves and chic hats were seeing outside sipping coffee and enjoying the autumnal crisp morning.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such graces as I have seen in one autumnal face… the charming little cottages on this side of town lead up to a winding road that takes you to the foothills, where all the pretty mansions and huge houses with stone facade resides…
The fairy of my story and her hobbit friend continued on their leisurely walk through the quiet morning under myriads of pretty leaves falling down… green, orange, yellow and brown; one colored red landed on Hobbit’s head…
Coffeehouses with people bundled up in pretty scarves and chic hats were seeing outside sipping coffee and enjoying the autumnal crisp morning.
A few years ago this beautiful cottage was out in the market for sale, our little fairy and her hobbit friend went inside to see it and immediately fell in love with it; with its peaceful green surroundings and shady magical hideaways…
It was truly a house made for a fairy and her hobbit.... a house from another era restored with talent, with its large fireplaces, oak beams and old wood floors....
A house in the vines... like nature itself, emerging from the warm womb of the Earth...
But the price wasn’t meant for poor Hobbit and his Fairy Lover, so they went back to their hole in the ground, to their little cozy house among the roses and continue living their happy normal life, still dreaming with that cottage of their dreams…
Loud… so loud that everybody around could hear it, the lovely antique ornate iron head and foot bed frame called out to our little fairy… “Buy me buy me”!—it shouted, and so charmed by the voice was our little fairy, that her hobbit friend had to pull her away… away of temptation and old lovely things…
And so they continue enjoying their walk and whatever awesome sight nature had to offer them without paying a cent…. the morning whispering like the last words of a bedtime story.
It was truly a house made for a fairy and her hobbit.... a house from another era restored with talent, with its large fireplaces, oak beams and old wood floors....
A house in the vines... like nature itself, emerging from the warm womb of the Earth...
But the price wasn’t meant for poor Hobbit and his Fairy Lover, so they went back to their hole in the ground, to their little cozy house among the roses and continue living their happy normal life, still dreaming with that cottage of their dreams…
In this quiet and enchanting little town you can still have your hair cut for the speck of eight dollars… Would you believe that!
And of course, any charming little city had to have at least one Antique Shop... in this part of town you can find not one, but three “doll house type of charming Antique shops” in this same spot... all three lined up like the Three Little Pigs houses...
One of the little Antique Shops was starting to open and wonderful treasures were brought outside for whoever wanted to be charmed and buy whatever they liked… part of that corner was filled with lovely antiques and shabby chic collectibles of all kinds and beautiful items that have been gently loved by their previous owners…
One of the little Antique Shops was starting to open and wonderful treasures were brought outside for whoever wanted to be charmed and buy whatever they liked… part of that corner was filled with lovely antiques and shabby chic collectibles of all kinds and beautiful items that have been gently loved by their previous owners…
Loud… so loud that everybody around could hear it, the lovely antique ornate iron head and foot bed frame called out to our little fairy… “Buy me buy me”!—it shouted, and so charmed by the voice was our little fairy, that her hobbit friend had to pull her away… away of temptation and old lovely things…
And so they continue enjoying their walk and whatever awesome sight nature had to offer them without paying a cent…. the morning whispering like the last words of a bedtime story.
Hope you'd enjoy our little morning ramblings!
Until then, keep looking for signs of fairies... they're everywhere, you know!
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Today, I’m celebrating my personal oasis, the place to recharge and rejuvenate after a long stressful day. Each night I hurl myself toward my nightlight and this pile of pillows with total gratitude and . . . affection; which signify: “home means everything to me”.
