Often in either the morning or the evening, or both, you can find Annabelle and I out in the garden. With our noses in some flower, our hands covered with soil, squealing and pointing delightedly at any new discovery.
Always on the look-out for flower fairies.
This morning we tip-toed out to find our first sweet-pea of the summer in bloom. It’s amazing to me the difference one day makes. You see, Miss Sweet Pea’s fine blooms were no where in sight during yesterday morning’s garden stroll.
And the other day we had a fairie sighting. At least we think we did. Upon closer examination of a cluster of shirley poppies, something resembling a fine little fairy lad appeared, peeking at us shyly through the folds of a crimson petal but he vanished so suddenly that we cannot say for sure.