Every day, a photograph, a poem. Today, while walking around the yard, a circle too perfect appeared in the lawn.
I know what it was instantly: a quarter dropped by the small hands of a grandchild while wandering through the yard, picking up ringed rocks to find what the money fairy had left them.
Money fairy? Yes…
Yes, we have fairies who regularly visit our home, lifting the wishing rocks to place money for grandkids. What is a wishing rock? It’s a solid colored rock with a ring of another color banded around it. Make a wish as you remove the money, and place the rock carefully back in its place.
Now the delicate fairies, seen as sparkles occasionally in the large notched leaves of our friendly Ent, spend much of their time elsewhere, searching for the coins and bills dropped carelessly and lost by humans. Zapping the treasure into magical purses spun of cloud-white unicorn hair (which lightens the load and frames an invisible shield so no one can see), the friendly fairies frolic in the canyons each night. They plop their fortune into the bunch grass as they romp and play, celebrating the day. When humans venture near, the fairies’ magic presents their being as evergreen trees, branches spread out as they freeze in their dance steps, like ballerinas posed in various stances. If you turn your head at just the right moment, you may be blessed to see the blur of a cape flowing like the wind as the fairy spins into another pose.
And in the very early morning, just before dawn, and often accompanying Tomtens who check on the health and joy of the humans they tend, the fairies fly to each of their homes (the mushrooms and wishing rocks and leaves of the Ents), dividing their treasure and dashing pieces underneath the very stones they call home. For the rings of the wishing rocks are the keys to the portals into the fairy world. In exchange for their bounty, they expect the rocks to remain in place in their spots so the fairies can enter and exit freely, from one world to the next.
So, grandchildren, take the offering thankfully, make your wish, and replace each stone in its spot. And remember:
Fairy rings kept by thee, each to a special spot;
We wispy things thrive in both worlds, and not forgot;
Dreams and wishes we weave for thee
Hope be the warp, thy future to see;
Joy be the weft, peace kept internally;
From fairies to humans, these gifts we provide
For keeping our rocks, our rings; we’ll abide.
~ Rae of CouleeRae of Coulee, Sheri Edwards, https://sheri42.wordpress.com/2009/07/03/fairy-friends/
So, the quarter is found again and memories of the laughter and counting and walking to the gas station for ice cream paid for by fairy money is once again a gift to my old bones.
Our little cottage house is filled with memories, and I wrote about them here in the Cottage Feldgang post and in this video from 2019, which I made for my family and friends:
Dropped from little hands,
found under ringed rocks, a coin:
lost fairy money.Sheri Edwards
I hope you enjoyed the little tour and poetry as I “remember the moments.”
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart