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?

Starting from Scratch

when my monsters were old enough to grasp and kinda understand through demonstrations, the world of teaching opened up far beyond their store bought toys. life itself when growing up is all about learning while playing, and in truth the accomplishment of mastering something new is what drives each of us to success today. 

bringing home massive tractor tires and filling them with dirt was the first step in the art of creating life as it's one thing to play in the sandbox or down at the beach with your shovels and pails but when using those same tools for in a different manner is how a garden grows.   

being handed a packet and opening it up to reveal what still looks like specks of dust, planting them with stubby little fingers and then carrying sand pails full of water back and forth from the kitchen sink all to bring the look of awe and amazement when that first little green shoot poked its head above the dirt. after the whole neighbourhood not only heard about all of the goings-on but were given the whole tour of their garden began the process of learning something new, whether it be for gardening or perhaps not, as not everyone has what is called a 'green thumb'.  

looking back upon that time shows us our own growth, as at first one methodically following the instructions written on the back of the seed packet to now, winging it to see what can happen when you experiment while doing something like this or like that. 

this is how my nursery does things as it's hard to play by the rules when there are no rules to be followed. it's something like having a whole handful of seeds, placing them into that same sand pail and then scattering them all across the garden. my guess is that this is how faeries are made.