Saturday, March 08, 2008

Seeing Fairies in the Fairy garden

"No fairies", said my mother "There are no fairies, dear!" But, oh, I wish my mother Would stop with me to hear, The lily bells in evening chime, And see the dew drops gleam, And notice how the mosses bend With green weight near a stream. I wish she'd watch the grasses dance And see the flowers nod, And look at places tiny feet Have worn away in sod, And then, though she'd not seen them, I think she'd change her mind. It doesn't mean "no fairies" Because they're hard to find. "

HUMmmmmmm? I agree~

Yet myths and legends still endure in secretive corners of our society. One such vestige is found in our gardens. Legends of garden magic have been around for centuries, and still persist today despite the exponential knowledge we have gained. Perhaps it’s because our gardens are one of the last aspects of our lives that remain close to nature itself, relatively untouched by technology and science (or so we like to believe). It’s as though we want to believe there’s still some magic at work in our gardens.
For millennia there have been garden legends of malevolent and benevolent spirits that influence a garden's productivity, and even the health and welfare of the gardeners themselves. Ancient Slavic garden legends speak of Kikomora and Polodnuci who, if not appeased, would wreak havoc in the garden or on the fields. The Aztecs and Mayans feared the wrath of the garden gods and offered human sacrifices to appease them. On a more positive side, in Findhorn, Scotland, a community was established in the early 1960's (and still exists today) with the belief that the area was ripe with spirits called 'Deva'. If you did what the 'Deva' asked you would be blessed with gigantic produce. Pictures of these products actually exist, including 40 pound cabbages and the like. But was it supernatural assistance or good gardening practices that resulted in these phenomena?

So with that said .. Here is a fairy call to try;

Sit where the cat sits.
Cross your toes.
Close your eyes.
And smell a rose.

Then say under your breath:
"I believe in Fairies, sure as death.
Gadflykins! Gladtrypins!
Gutterpuss and Cass!
Come to me fairily
Each lad and lass!"
Much Sparkles