“It really is a beautiful day,” grandmother said as she snipped the remnants of summer.
“Why?” I whined, “When we are covering up beautiful warm summer and getting ready for cold harsh winter?”
“Hmm,” she grasped my cold fingers. “We need to do something about that.”
I watched her run into (well she walked) the house and in a few minutes she came out with something wrapped in my favorite color – purple.
“Go ahead, open it!”
I snatched at the curly ribbon and pulled. I was not prepared for what I saw. Fluttering out of the purple wrapped package were the most beautiful flying things I had ever seen. They weren’t butterflies, not really, but then again they weren’t lady bugs or dragon flies.
“They only come out when the air gets cold.” Grandmother suddenly looked much younger as she chased the tiny things around.
“What are they?”
“Why fairies of course.”
“Grandma we both know that fairies…”
“Shhhh don’t tell them that or they will be sad.”
“I guess that makes sense.” I giggled as one poked me in my secret tickle spot. “I’ll get you.” I chased the small creature around the garden. I shed my coat cuz it felt too much like spring.
*****
‘What an amazing day that was,’ I thought as I looked at my photo album and my grandmother’s cheerful face. “What were they really?” I whispered.
“Fairies…” I heard her voice clear as a bell.
The DP Challenge Life is too Short:
Fill in the blank: “Life is too short to _____.” Now, write a post telling us how you’ve come to that conclusion.
…Life is too short to not enjoy each day!!!
and Life is too short to not chase fairies…
penned in moon dust 