Garden fairies here.
We are garden fairies and we are pausing in our preparations for Christmas because little Deema Mae Flowerweaver had such a fright this morning.
Deema Mae was peacefully sleeping inside a barely opened bud of a white amaryllis when suddenly she realized how close Carol was, and that she was taking a picture.
Fast as she could Deema Mae scrunched down as far as she could in the flower and as far as we know, Carol did not notice her.
Once Carol left, Deema Mae flew out and told all the rest of us. The first two fairies she ran into were Honoria and Hortensia, who were tending to some new hellebores that Carol bought the other day and put next to the amaryllis planter where the flower bud was.
Honestly, until these holiday plants showed up, we were beside ourselves with the lack of new holiday places to spend time around as we relax and enjoy Christmas.
After all, we are used to all the other houseplants around here, and we will, of course, spend most of our winter in and around them, from the old night-blooming cereus which has always been here, according to Ol’ Rainbow Tanglefly, to the brand spanking new African violet Carol bought when she bought the hellebores. But we like the occasional change in scenery at this time of year.
Doesn’t everyone?
Dibs on the African violet! At least while it’s in bloom. There is no softer bed for a garden fairy than the leaf of an African violet. New ones are always nice too, though Carol doesn’t put them in with all the other houseplants until she is sure they aren’t home to other creatures which shall not-be-named like mealybugs, thrips, spider mites, even aphids.
Dog gone it, we are garden fairies, and we named them. Rules are not for us!
Now, we have much to do because Christmas is in one week, so we cannot go on and on about rules, gripes, Carol’s prying eyes catching us sleeping in amaryllis blooms, etc. There is too much mischief work to be done around here.
Mainly today we must convince Carol to buy a poinsettia and soon. She read some advice written in 1932 by one of her so-called lost ladies of garden writing about how to get them to re-bloom, and we want her to try it out.
We are garden fairies.
Submitted by:
Violet GreenPea MayDreams, Chief Scribe and Idea Planter
P.S. – What is an Idea Planter? Violet is responsible for putting notions in Carol’s head, which Carol thinks she thought up on her own, but we are garden fairies…
P.S.S. – Carol’s grandmother’s birthday is today. If she was still alive she would be 131 years old, which is astounding to Carol but not to Ol’ Rainbow Tanglefly who remembers stuff from that far back, especially when it is written in a book.
P.S.S.S. – Books are how we remember. They make great gifts. Even garden fairies like them. Yes, we are garden fairies, but we can read! Harrumph if you thought otherwise.
Thank you garden fairies. You started my day with a smile.
And the garden fairies return the thanks! Your comment made them smile!
Of course you can read. How else would you know what Carol writes in her blog posts?
We are garden fairies; not only can we read, but we can write, too!