Fairy Foot Steps–As Light They Dance Among The Flowers :: A Garden Primer :: 3

Welcome back, friends!  I would like to invite you, today, into the secret garden.  It is a small space surrounded by herbs, columbine and ferns.  There are gigantic lilies, high above the gnomes and fairy coves.

…Thus in each flower and simple bell,
That in our path untrodden lie,
Are sweet remembrancers who tell
How fast the winged moments fly.

Time will steal on with ceaseless pace,
Yet lose we not the fleeting hours,
Who still their fairy footsteps trace,
As light they dance among the flowers.
~Charlotte Turner Smith

DSCN2146There is much growth which needs to take place above the secret garden.  There is a box of oregano (photo above), basil, thyme, parsley, sage and more (in the photo below).  It really would be a lovely space for perennials, but as the surface is at least 3 feet above ground, in a raised stone/brick bed, the roots and bulbs turn to mush over the winter.
I added a bit of space for the little-folk.  From my view on the stone path, you might see a clay basin of varied bulbs just beyond the coneflower.

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Here is Sven’s home.  He has fenced in his garden and decorated with an arbor and a bird bath.  He is successfully reviving a rosemary sprig and an oregano plant from last summer, violas and multiple vines.  Currently, he is cultivating violet seeds, mallow seeds and perhaps a few strawberry-blonde calendula seeds he ordered from High Mowing Organic Seeds.

He sings this to his violets in a resonating basso profundo:

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

~Tennessee Williams




At night and in the day, these are where the fairies sit.  It is here that they read through books upon books.  And here that they sip tea before AND after their adventures.  When they gather together, they enjoy lavender lattes and sugary delicacies.  These columbines climb and climb!  And so, when their wings are fatigued, they can slide down, down, or rest in the silky petals, watching as the stars and moon cross the sky.  Soon, I suspect, there will be birds inside the tiny house on top.

[W]hen the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces,

and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.

And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy.

So there ought to be one fairy for every boy or girl.

~James Matthew Barrie, Peter Pan

DSCN2155DSCN2156 DSCN2158 Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
~William Butler Yeats, “The Stolen Child”DSCN2157


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