They're here again. The fairy doors. Magically appearing. Gateways to another place and time.
Cordelia's seen them. I am sure. She watches so much from her fence on the hill.
Not sure if Spencer has ever seen them. He has been snoozing lately. Fairies would most likely ruffle his soft fur. Or tweak his ears and whiskers.
Only those who believe will ever see fairies, the "Aos Si", in the garden.
In old Celtic times, fairies could be found hiding under roses, flowers, in walls, fences.
Fairies love all things that are beautiful. They become caretakers of beauty.
At night they gather for parties under the ferns. They play music and dance.
And run from the likes of Smokey, who sits on the arbour with the grapes.
They live from what is left on the vine, or on a fruit tree.
And gather water from the roses.
And honey from the bees.
Best to leave a cup of some nice to drink, out for the fairies to drink at night,
when they dance under the ferns.
Fairies bestow good fortune on those who treat them well. So plant a fairy door.
And watch them return again and again.
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