where'd the balloon go?

the celebration is over

(well for Faeries, is it really ever over?)

faces are no longer yellow

(but i'm sure that won't last too long)

someone has gone and weeded the garden

(how dare they)

tree trunks are still being used for chairs

(as everything is still way too dizzy and i hear 

that dance classes will begin immediately) 

bandaids and ice cubes are running out of supply

(should of known that when playing with 

the neighbourhood stingers 

pricklilies are bound to find little Faerie bums)

the pretty ribbons are still being found in the weirdest of places but not necessarily in braided Faerie hair but instead they seem to be twisted and intertwined around thorny roses bushes 

(do you know how hard it is to untie a ribbon 

from a rose bush? i have heard that 

more bandaids just might be in order)

singing, yes, singing, yes indeed, singing....

enough said about that

(hmmmmmm, yes, enough said about that)

i'm figuring that the frolicking and chatting away while playing in the mud needs to quiet down a bit as it just might help the Faeries and their friends to stay focused and to help their silly pom poms attached to their acorn hats from fallen off

(this activity needs to be readdressed to include water bottles, snacks and plump cushions 

to relax on along the way)

and lastly but not to be forgotten, what exactly was happening with those socks and shoes?

(that's all i need to know, how can socks be taken off all the while their shoes are still on?)

i can't even imagine what games and shenanigans the Faeries have in store for next year

but i'm hoping that the little girl that lives so close to the garden doesn't go ahead and pick the daisies as then i will need to find another hiding place

thank you for the fun and the giggles

 and tons of things to whisper

oh, and wasn't there something about a balloon?

The Air Pocket Compulsion

i don't think that i am able to walk past a sheet of bubble wrap without having to stop but the question is whether i or you for that matter, can stop at the first balloon? yes, i will admit of being guilty when it comes to NOT being able of walking away but i'm wondering then if i would feel like i didn't do my civic duty to the 'bubble'.

it all begins with the gentle pressing in of the very first one and then waiting to hear that burst of air that makes you feel like you are jumping out of your skin with anticipation. from there it just turns into a frenzy of twisting, turning and squishing about so it almost sounds like popcorn jumping around in a hot oiled pan. 

but then there comes the feeling of panic, dreadfulness and even anxiety as you find yourself at that last blister. you know the one, that one that makes your heart slow down and your fingers to freeze up just incase you can't stop in time and you end up making that last move too soon. and then it happens you hold your breath, close your eyes tightly and try to lavish this very and last final pop before it is time to walk away as there is no further reason to stay.