Fairies

The Fairies that Came in the Night

Posted by Barbara Techel

The Fairies that Came in the Night

I heard the whistle of a teapot and the smell of coffee brewing. But it wasn’t coming from inside my home this morning. Perplexed, scratching my head, I then thought I heard the faint sound of giggles.

What could it be? I wondered.

I quickly dismissed it thinking it was just my imagination. It was time to get on with my day and the garden hoses needed to be turned on to give the shrubs and flowers their special blend of java for the day.

As I opened the front door, I swore I could smell the sweet scent of bacon — it made the inside of my nose do a little happy dance.  And again, I heard the sweetest giggles. I must be losing my mind, I thought.

As I stepped into my gardens I inwardly let out a squeal of delight realizing I indeed was not losing my mind!  There were camps of Fairy houses scattered here, there and everywhere. That was it!

They must have come in the dark of night with the moon lighting their way, the tiny caravan, and quietly set up their villages of campers, vans, and tents — and they were having a grand ole time as they giggled and chattered among themselves cooking up a breakfast feast.

Trying not to be seen, I quietly and most lightly tip-toed among the wee villages taking great delight in my new friends that had come in the night — the fairies who sent shivers of magic down my spine.

Oh dear, I thought again, my mind is working overtime. I scolded myself that fairies really don’t exist. You silly girl!

And just then, swathed in a silk lavender scarf around her wee body, her wings glistening with sparkles from the sun, a rose in her auburn hair, she ever so gently landed on my shoulder and said in the most dreamy voice, I’m here to remind you that you are one of us. Don’t ever forget that the magic lives in within you and that your imagination is the key to all the places you can go whenever you want to. Take joy, be joy and watch the sparks of magic make their way out into the world to land where they may  — so others will come to know us also — and when they find trust and faith in us — they will surely find it within themselves too.

And with a sprinkle of pink fairy dust she left in her wake and flew down back to her tiny village I knew without a shadow of doubt that my soul was just given a gift of what is real if we wish it to be.

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Fairy Carpenters in the Woods

Posted by Barbara Techel

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Friday afternoon I walked in the woods with Kylie and Gidget and don’t recall seeing this new birdhouse — in fact, there were two of them that I saw today when we were meandering the paths once again.

I wondered how I could have missed them. But perhaps I didn’t. Maybe it was Saturday that the fairy carpenters pulled up in their little red pick up trucks, set up their tiny table saws, pulled out their hammers and nails, and got down to work. I bet their teeny hard hats were adorable.

It must have taken quite a few of them to hoist this birdhouse up, and what was likely giant to them, to attach it to the tree.

But then again, you know… fairies are magical and they can do most anything.

I imagine afterwards they sat in a row on a nearby log, cracked open a beer, and sat back and took great pride in their beautiful efforts in building new homes for their bird friends.

Maybe, just maybe, next time I’ll see them in action!

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Fairy Francine has a New Friend. Come Meet Her.

Posted by Barbara Techel

Fairy Francesca

Meet my new fairy friend who flew in via UPS straight to my house last Friday.

She was chosen for a very special mission by Facebook friend, Charlene, who also happens to have an adorable little doxie named Dusty, who has IVDD and is in a wheelchair.

Charlene had read about the mishaps little Fairy Francine, resident of my writing cottage, had had a few months earlier with drinking wine after doing her nightly fairy duties. Once falling into the water fountain and another time falling off the ledge causing quite the concussion on her wee little head which had to err, well…. um…. be glued back on.

Seems Francine was a bit stressed with her Fairy duties and was nipping a bit too much wine.

Charlene felt Francine needed a friend to keep her company… and yes, to share in that glass of wine, so she sent this lovely Fairy to do just that. She said it is a thank you also for all the paralyzed dogs I’ve helped get a wheelchair through The Frankie Wheelchair Fund I founded in 2012. And as you know, I couldn’t do it all by myself if not for the very generous donations I receive.

While no gifts are necessary for thanks for this mission I do out of love, I accepted her delightful gift graciously. It really did warm my heart when I opened the box to find this sweet and lovely Fairy inside. It brought tears to my eyes the sweetness and generosity of others, such as Charlene.

So I began to give thought to what her name should be. I knew it had to be very special. I thought and thought… and then it came to me! Of course, it needs to be Francesca!  Named after my doxie Frankie (short for Francesca), who was also in a wheelchair and the fund in her name in her memory and legacy — The Frankie Wheelchair Fund.

So Francesca and Francine are getting to know one another and I suspect one of these days I will come out to my writing cottage to find an empty bottle of wine and two Fairies snoring loudly after another night of doing their fairy duties. But at least they will now have each other.