A beautiful morning, soft and dressed in dew.
Like strands of itty bitty lights, the webs weave around the garden-perhaps there was a celebration the night before when we all were asleep. I can imagine wee lanterns and merry songs and much dancing with seed pod hats.
Perhaps some of the party are still asleep under these petals-all snug and dry.
These lamb's ears are the softest, most velvety things. They catch the dew in perfect little drops-waiting for a thirsty fairy perhaps?
Water lace-if there were such a thing-isn't this what you'd imagine? Or perhaps one of the fairies changed her mind about which dress to wear and tossed this one aside?
What if the dew tastes different on each flower? Would this be raspberry or cranberry?
What flavor would this be? Vanilla? Strawberries and cream? Coconut?
One of the delightful little chickadees that come to the feeder in the apple tree. I asked her if she had been to the fairies celebration-but she just cocked her head and twinkled her eye in response.
Perhaps this is a fairies harp-what a lovely a sound it must make. I imagine that the merry band that played all night are now softly sleeping, so we shall tip toe quietly away and let them be...