- Tuesday, 26 June 2012
The little one trod carefully among the` forget- me- nots` as she poked her head out from the lupins. Finding the right spot she began to work. With a tiny trowel in her hand she lifted the soil, bit by bit, to make a small hole.
Whooping with glee, she scooped up a handful of discarded bird seed and scattered.
“Look mummy, oh do look!” she cried.
“Don`t forget to plant the seeds I gave you, and blow the dandelion clock,” she answered, busy herself with weeding. “It must be almost time to ask the little creatures who look after this lovely garden to give it their blessing.”
Fay smiled down at her beautiful offspring; golden hair catching the sun like buttercups:
“We ask the bees to kiss the flowers and ladybirds to dance upon the leaves, but please, dear Mother Earth, keep safe my little fairy daughter”.
Pam Bush, by email