I'm looking forward to my new book and woke up this morning thinking of the garden where Mary Kindly, one of the main characters tip toes out into the garden in the early hours of the morning. This is the time when the world is quiet, all is peaceful and there is time to think. Lost in her thoughts, Mary is gently awoken from her quiet reverie by the dawn chorus, maybe the sweetest alarm call of all.
Though they don't feature in this particular story, I wonder if Mary would have noticed the garden fairies...
When the night is drawing closer
And the moon glows in the sky,
The stars above are shining,
Here, the garden fairies fly.
With dresses made of rose petals
And gossamer for their wings,
They land upon the dewy grass
And dance in fairy rings.
Sprinkling magic fairy dust
They dart amidst the flowers
Tending all the garden plants
Through the night time hours.
And in the morning, all is well,
The fairies' work is done,
Sweet peas and daisies, all in rows
Turn their faces to the sun.
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