Words and Pictures - Little Things

In my world fairies have always lived at the bottom of my garden. We would take have high tea together from tiny daisy cups and hide amongst the wild mushrooms when they occasionally blossomed between the birds of paradise and giant palms that inhabited my childhood backyard.

I grew up in the Tropics, not the best place to find a fairy, I occasionally thought, as I opened my picture books and saw beautiful cottages with autumn leaves littering the ground, whilst the fairies danced by bubbling brooks.


But my fairies were very special, they didn't mind a little rain or wind during the wet season. I made them tiny houses, cyclone proof of course and we would dance the rainy afternoons away with giggles and whispers, my fairies and I.

I have long since left my lovely house in the Tropics and often wonder what trouble my fairies are making now. I know of course they are being well loved, you see when set off on my adventure, I left some very special instructions for my new little sister to one day find. Tricks about how to build fairy houses and secret rules for fairy games.

Occasionally I still hear a whisper on the wind, calling me out to play and when I see a tiny mushroom growing or collect a beautiful feather, I smile and remember all my adventurous afternoons deep in the garden. So when brew a pot of tea and watch the sun go down over my rose bushes and lavender, I always make a special tiny pot for my dearest little friends, my fairies...

'A rustle on the wind reminds us a fairy is near' - Anonymous


Thank you so much Pip from Meet me at Mikes who has created this inspiring writing exercise each week. It is a beautiful opportunity to share stories and adventures.

Much love and tea in daisy cups..
xxx