Monday, March 12, 2012
For Aubrey and Claire
all summer long. Mother had given them an old table and two chairs for the patio, so they could have tea on sunny days. They would make cucumber sandwiches, cutting the slices of bread into shapes with the cookie cutters. It was fun to smooth on the cream cheese and top them with thin, salty cucumber slices. When you bit into them, they made a tiny crunch and filled your mouth with cold, salty goodness. They would have a bowl with berries, sprinkled with sugar. Sometimes strawberries, sometimes rasberries, blueberries in August. They liked rasberry tea, with milk and maple syrup, stirring it with the old silvery spoons from Mothers drawer.
There were swings just outside the gate, and a hammock where you could rest when you were tired of running and pretending. One day Aubrey and Claire were having so much fun in the garden all day, that forgot to collect the tea things and bring them in when it was bed time. Uh oh!
The night was warm and full of gentle breezes. The fireflies were flitting across the grass, and the garden fairies came out to play. They played in the garden every night while Aubrey and Claire were sleeping. They danced in the moonlight. They sat on the edge of the birdbath and watched the stars swing across the sky. They played in the rose petals that lay, fallen like a silken carpet on the patio. It was their favorite place to play at night, so soft and fragrant and billowy.
When Aubrey and Claire came out to play, they were surprised to see that they had left the tea things out all night. They began putting the cups and dishes into the tea basket. " We'll have to wash them this morning, " they said. Muffin opened one eye to look at them. They patted her , brushing against some glittery, gauzey patches hanging from the roses. " Oh, these are pretty. I wonder what makes them? " They whisper. "Maybe some fairies were here last night! "
Muffin winked her eye at them. She would never tell about who was sleeping among the silky petals, No, she would never tell.
A grandmother who bought one of the teasets that I sell asked if I would write a story to go with the teaset. So this is for Aubrey and Claire, and all the other girls, little, big, old or young, who love tea sets and fairies, gardens, gates and sunhine, starry nights and kittens.