In my childhood I spent part of my summers and Christmas vacations at my grandparents house. I love my grandparents, who have since passed, and hold these memories dear. Time with them included lots of singing, story telling, exploring nature, ice-cream sundaes, Yahtzee, puzzles, dressing up, antique-ing, Masterpiece Theater, and playful bickering (between the two of them).
They had a large property that I loved to explore with my sister, their dog, or on my own. My gram taught me the names of the flowers and the birds, which I still know to this day. My grandpa identified all the trees, which I am less good at doing myself. However, he instilled a reverence for them, and my heart hurts when I see healthy trees being cut down as I know his did too.
Talk of tomtes, elves, fairies, and Santa Claus were woven through much of our conversation. Surrounded by antiques, nature, and a genuine belief in magic by my grandparents; it was a natural I followed suit. I would imagine a fairy had just fluttered away from a shaking fern frond. Or my grandparents’ cat and dog would converse after we had left the room.
I posted recently that I believe in love and motherhood, which is true. Along with that, I believe in nature and magic. I thank my dear Gram and Grandpa for highlighting the importance of both of these for me. I delight in the beautiful cloud formations, reflection of the moon, and glimpses of colorful birds. I also believe there are forces at work which I can not explain. I like that. It keeps things interesting–imaginative and awe-inspiring.
As an adult I have combined these two passions in the form of fairy gardens. It started several years ago, and has blossomed into much of our backyard. There are two small girls that live next door to us (on our other side is my grandparents’ former home). It makes my heart sing when the neighbor girls’ grandma brings them over to see the fairy houses and flowers.
I think nature is magical and magic is natural.