Welcome to Fairyland

Come on.

Take a walk down this path with me. Watch the steps.

Now have a seat on this bench and enjoy the view while I tell you a tale.

I brought you here to Salt Spring Island, British Columbia, in last week's post. Here, from our little forest cabin, we have been enjoying day trips and back road explorations for the past week.

Salt Spring caresses and inspires. We eat farm stand food, we breathe the oxygen exhaled by the forest, we walk. We nap when we want to, paint for hours on the back porch, stay up late talking and watching movies, are captivated by the sights and sounds and scents.

We are as free as Salt Spring chickens.

In all this free time, we have made a rather important discovery. Here on Salt Spring Island, elves and fairies roam at will. Some nights a low flute plays the same three notes, at long intervals, from the undergrowth of the forest beside the cabin. 

Perhaps you're skeptical. I don't blame you. Just keep in mind that one must hold a certain willingness to believe to be visited by elves and fairies. Remember Tinkerbell.

And really, how is it possible they don't live here?

 Wouldn't you live here if you were a fairy or an elf?

We went visiting one day but there was no answer. Siesta time, probably. I don't answer my door either at siesta time.

We didn't see any at the beach, but the rocky shore is not a particularly hospitable place for tiny folk. Too many eagle-eyed ospreys and osprey-eyed eagles about for safety.

One would have to stay well-hidden if one were tiny.

There are ever so much friendlier places for fairies to flit and cavort and for elves to do their elvish mischief.

There are nice little places to rest, like daisy hammocks,

cushy soft moss beds, and comfy warm succulent chairs in which to smoke a pipe or dream a dream.

There are terrains to explore...

 ...and horses to ride if you're quick. Fairies are quicker than elves, I think.

It rains here sometimes. One might even say often, which is why, of course, the forests are so lush. Fairies and elves don't mind the rain, though, as there are nice umbrellas about.

And stylish rain hats.

I suppose an entire elf baby could fit in one of those, the easier to sling him onto an elvish back and tote him along between the ferns and kinnickinnic in search of whatever elves search for. 

We haven't seen that yet, though. In fact, we haven't actually seen any elves or fairies close-up at all. Don't you worry, though. We're keeping our eyes wide open and our ears alert to three-note flutes.

And of course, I have my camera in hand and focused on macro, the better to catch a candid shot...or a family portrait, if these miracles keep on flowing.

Comments

[Char]

I loved this....and I'm a believer! xo