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Fairy Hannah

Have you heard the fairies all among the limes Singing little fairy tunes to little fairy rhymes?

Did you know that in your garden, in every wood pile, flower bed or meadow hundreds of fairies work and play caring for your flowers and trees. One only has to believe in the magic of these fairies and their existence to see them and it was for this reason I ventured out into my own garden to seek out a fairy for this article. But first I had to believe.

I first researched the origin of the word "fairy" in my quest to believe. The Spanish word hada comes from the Latin fata which, in turn, derived from fatum, meaning fate or destiny. In the Middle Ages, it was defined by the gentiles as a divinity or unknown force which had a fascinatig effect on the other divinities and on men and events. The French word fée has a similar origin and resulted in the English words fey and fairie which, as time went by, suffered spelling variations from fayerye, fayre, faerie, faery, and fairy. According to its ethimology, it is a fantastic being pictured as a woman known to have magical powers. For the Saxons, the word ferie refers to the world of fairies as an entity, being a geographical location.

Fairies vary in size, some are of normal human size, or very tiny, they have a multitude of hues also. Most fairies have various human features. Some fairies including pixies, have great beauty.

Fairies often aid people in various ways. They might help with the housework or with such farm work as reaping and threshing. In some cases, a person is not allowed to thank the fairy, to offer it gifts , or even to watch it work. If the person breaks on of these rules, the fairy runs away and never returns Okay, enough with the research. I believe! I believe!

It was a warm summers eve when I ventured alone out into my garden. The moon was bright and the scent of the garden was magical. I new it wouldn't take long for me to see a fairy. Not on such a special eve as this night was. Suddenly I heard a faint laughter as if there was a playground nearby. It seems to becoming from over there. I shined my light and under the blooming wisteria tree there she was. In amazement I slowly approached the laughter. The giggles grew louder with each step. Now standing at the base at the wisteria I watched her touch the tip of each blooming bud on the wisteria She was dancing from flower to flower when she turned to me and said, "Hi, my name is Hannah." She asked me if I would like to help. I said sure but help doing what. She told me to close my eys and at that moment she blew an open hand of gold dust into my face. A feeling of peace fell over me and then Hannah instructed me to touch the wisteria flower tip. What happened then was pure magic. Together fairy Hannah and I were putting in the scent to each wisteria petal. Pure perfume coming from our touch. This magic continued into the night.

It was true, Hannah was the fairy that was responsible for everything good and beautiful in my garden. Through out the night Hannah continued her work and spoke of words only a fairy could speak.

Spring is finally here
Slumbering bumblebees open their eyes to the smiling faces of flowers and joined to hum a happy tune. They woke a sparrow or two and soon a whole flock of sparrows were singing to each other. A plump squirrel went out to see what the chatter was about and joined to sing: "Spring is finally here!"

The Essence of Spring
Winter's Chill lingers in the air. The sun sends pale rays of warmth to my face. The gentle breeze of winter's promise to diminish, ruffles my golden hair. An icy cold dew drop falls from the clinging rust leaf of fall. The trees are sleeping. The essence of Spring whispers to me, winter is fading, the birds have sung. Water clouded with dust fills the pockets of the frozen ground. The cold foam of winter has fallen from the last twig of the slumbering maple. Color has returned to the once grey skies. Winds of renewing awaken those who hibernate.

Spring Spirit
Once there was a fairy who had the kindest of hearts. Every winter she would gently place blankets of fading brown leaves over the sleeping flowers. She did this until the first frosts were draped over the bare branches of the ancient oaks. She stayed with the garden gnomes and waited for the winter to melt away. One cold morning she stepped out onto the glistening snow. Nipping cold was still in the air. Drip....Splash! There was a shallow pond that shimmered with a silvery blue light. She looked to the heavens and saw a refreshing blue had replaced the bitter grey sky. Birds began to rejoice for Spring had finally come! The little fairy rushed to the gnome's cabin and told them the wonderful news. She danced in the sun's rays of warm light. Her sweet voice awoke trees from their deep sleep. A baby bumblebee flew up to her and whispered "Thank you for bringing the magic to the garden, without it there would be no flowers!" As seasons go by, each Spring is greeted gladly.

Visit to Ilnacullen
Far, far away on the dear Green Isle, We sailed to a garden so fair. It's beauty ancient without repair Structures of Italy, flowers of old Stories forgotten, paths unfound Until my family walked that ground.

Lady Spring
Lady Spring danced on the thawing ground With each step, warmth returned to the earth Flowers pushed away blankets of soil.

The first flowers ruffle in a new breeze Clouds speckle the sky Warm droplets fall from heaven

 

 
A season has passed and while I never saw Hannah again I know she lives on in my garden. People often ask me how I know she is still there. To them I say, "Can't you smell the wisteria?"

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Thank you Fairy Hannah....

"When the first baby laughed for the first time,
The laugh broke into a thousand pieces,
and they all went skipping about,
and that was the beginning of fairies"
~ Sir James M. Barrie

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