I was reading a blogpost by Tanya at Suburban Jubilee last night who has created a fairy kingdom in her garden for her nephew and asked if others are doing the same. http://suburbanjubilee.blogspot.com.au/2013/01/the-fairy-garden.html
For R1’s birthday last year I bought her a set of 5 fairy toadstools which I had desired ever since seeing them at a local market near my mother’s, but which we didn’t have a garden for until now. When R1 created this garden, ‘suddenly’ 2 fairies took up residence – Lilly and Lucy.
While eschewing fairy gardens as being too ‘girly’, R2 was feeling left out. So the kids created a little garden for male fairy Max and his fairy horses on the other side of the below ground tank. Being a bloke, Max clearly needed his own man fairy space. The fairy horse watering hole was circled by stones painted with white paint mixed with glitter.
In these two spaces, the kids organise the furniture, decorate the scenery, dig swimming pools and hang up ‘tyre swings’. Fairies are high maintenance creatures!
Just ask the girls from next door…. When these gardens were first created, they would have to come over every day after school, while mine were still at after school care, to deposit messages from the fairies and sprinkle around a few flower petals, in order for R1 to elatedly cry out that the fairies have been to visit. When the girls started to tire of this, R1’s daily expeditions out the back resulted in cries of ‘the fairies hate me, they don’t come any more’.
Conveniently, the fairies returned with a note to say they were heading off on summer vacation for a while. A slight reprieve for the girls. Until 2 days ago, when R1 happened upon a torn note amongst her fairy toadstools. Then the welcome wagon came out and signs were painted.
And I got in on the perpetuation of the magic as well – R2 got to see the fairies flitting about the garden courtesy of the sunlight glinting off my watch.
This is a beautiful age, when they truly believe. But it takes a bit of work in keeping the magic alive, a support network with a common purpose in keeping the belief going.
It is not helped by random external intrusions from the disbelieving world such as my father stating facetiously to R1 in response to a childlike query: ‘And I suppose you still believe in the tooth fairy as well…’. Gasp. Horror. The web of wonder can disintegrate in moments.