This little fairy cushion (about 6" square) takes me back to my childhood in England when I believed in fairies with all my heart. I never expected to see one, but felt aware of their benign and gentle presence all around me, in the garden, the park, the woods.
I had a child's cup and saucer, one of a series, with the Daffodil fairy on it.
The Daffodil Fairy
Is ever so shy
That even a bunny
She dares to spy
The closest I came to the fairy world was my Aunty Rose, who was also my godmother. Rose had polio as a child, and had severe scoliosis of the spine. But she was always a happy fun-loving soul. When I asked her why her shoulder blades stuck out so much, she told me that she was really my fairy godmother, and that was where she sprouted her wings at night! I felt so privileged to have a real fairy godmother. Even without any magic, she was the loveliest of people.
There was a rhyme my mother often used to recite with me. No doubt she had learnt it as a child. It went like this.
Down in the garden where nobody knows
The grass is so long that it tickles your toes.
I go a-hiding, and would you believe
I saw a fairy on Midsummer's Eve.
"Will you come home with me Fairy?" I said
"I'll tuck you up safe in my dolly's best bed,
And feed you on drocks if only you'll stay."
But she spread her wee wings
And flew swiftly away.
To this day, I have never been able to find out what "drocks" are. If there is anyone living in parts of England where fairies still make their home, perhaps they could find out for me!!