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Last night I woke up to a loud crash.  Sitting straight up in bed, I poked my hubby, “honey, honey wake up! Did you hear that?” Bill rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow, peered at me through a sleepy haze and mumbled, “what? I didn’t hear anything, maybe it was cats” then he immediately rolled over and within five seconds was peacefully snoring again. I looked at him, how does he do that? I wish I could fall asleep that fast!  I turned my thoughts back to the loud crash,there are cats that live around here and sometimes they can get rambunctious.

Just to be on the safe side, I grabbed my robe and tiptoed downstairs, funny, the dogs didn’t start barking like they normally do.  The house was dark with the exception of a little light coming in from the street lamp on the corner outside and the night light I leave on at the bottom the stairs so we can see down the hall.

I don’t know what I expected to see,  I looked around and started to move from room to room just to make sure there weren’t any bogey men. Everything looked just fine although it would be good if I could get the rest of the Christmas decorations down. The clock read five after 12:00. I was about to go back upstairs when I passed by the back door. I don’t know what it was that told me to look out, maybe it was just out of habit, or maybe it was the faint sound of rustling leaves that I heard, it doesn’t really matter because what I saw when I did look drove any thoughts of the “bogey man” out of my head altogether.

On the step leading down to the patio were four fairies. At first glance I thought they were mice but it turned out that they wore fuzzy little gowns with high collars and ruffles around the cuff’s. I looked a little harder and saw that the gowns glittered golden. Well of course, I chided myself, mice don’t sparkle, how silly of me! Their iridescent wings made a nice contrast to their robes. (Something to remember: fairy wings even sparkle at night)

They had pushed some flower pots off the step that had broken when they fell, spilling potting soil everywhere. Two more little fairies were in the process of picking up the smaller pieces of Terracotta and stacking them like plates in their arms. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what they were going to do with the pieces of broken pots, that is until I looked across the patio. Under the Laurel bushes was a line of fairies about, oh, I don’t know, five or six feet long. There must have been 30 fairies total. Some were holding little candles that they had melted to the pieces of flower pot, the rest were waiting to get their pieces so they could use them as candle holders.

I watched as the rest of the fairies got their candles ready, and when they were all lit, the group started to move in a rhythmic way. They held the candles up over their heads and waved their arms back and forth as they made a circle, then when the circle was complete, they would take three steps in and three steps back. Some of them would jump into the air at random . If  it was spring I would swear that all those fairies dancing and jumping under the Laurels looked just like fireflies. I strained to listen, how cute! They were singing! If you weren’t watching this celebration you would think that it was the wind in the tree tops. It was a high whistling sound with a low humming coming in counter point.

I hadn’t known that there were so many fairies in my backyard.  There were even fairies bouncing up and down on the Laurel branches making the frozen leaves rustle. I couldn’t  help but wonder at how brave they were getting. First one, then four, and now the whole fairy neighborhood found my bushes.  Does that mean I’m on their “good” list!?  Smiling, I tiptoed back upstairs and climbed under the covers leaving my tiny friends to their celebration.

© Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009.

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"Kind One?"
"Yes Arial..."
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"look at the bottom of the posts!"
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Fun Fairie Facts

You Know a Fairie is Present When...

You hear a whispering of leaves.
You see a whirlwind.
You feel a tingling sensation in your hair.
You have an unexplained loss of time.
You laugh uncontrollably, or feel exceptionally silly.
You see blades of grass bending when there
is no one around.

The Most Likely Place for Fairie Portals Are...

Lake shores
Islands
Glades in the forest
Where two roads intersect
Fences and border hedges (this is Arial's favorite)
Stairwells, hallways and landings
Tidal pools
Bends in a road
Thresholds

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I would like to give special thanks to Gail Schimmelpfennig for allowing me to put her wonderful poem "Seeking the Muse" on my site. You can read her poem in the fairy poetry section under "Fairies in Word and Song". Gail is Utah State Poetry Society's 2009 Poet of the Year, and I'm proud to say, a dear friend. You can find her on FaceBook where there is a group for the Utah poets.