There was once a little girl who wanted nothing more in this world than her very own fairy, so her grandmother, who loved to garden, whispered a secret. We must plant a night-blooming flower garden, she said, and by the light of the crescent moon, a fairy will come. So they planted their garden with fragrant jasmine, night phlox, evening primrose, and moonflowers as large as saucers. When the moon rose, the flowers opened, releasing their perfume into the summer air. The little girl watched in astonishment as a dainty fairy arrived with her plump pillow and luxurious satin coverlets, her chestnut hair smelling of orange blossoms, her dress wreathed in ribbons of lavender and garlands of tinkling beads.
Now that you know the secret, you, too, can plant a garden and find your very own fairy.
Susan Redington Bobby
- or Sullivan's floss (equiv. DMC)
Rainbow Gallery: Wisper - W88 - W101 - W102