As the fairy and her companions lounged in the small garden, the sunshine caught her transparent wings. It was a normal day in a fairy garden, with tea parties, naps, and lengthy talks under the canopy of a little tree. The scene was perfect, with its vibrant flowers, creeping vines, and babbling creek. Nearly too ideal, at least in the eyes of a cunning pixie hiding beneath a willow tree. The dweller of the beautiful little garden had made the decision to enjoy himself with his fairy companions. With his eyes pressed tight, he said a few sorcerous phrases and showered the group with a clutch of fairy dust. Zap! The fairy garden was completely darkened. Subsequently, the fairies opened their eyes and surveyed their surroundings, perhaps waking up from an odd dream. The fairyhood’s lovely afternoon sunshine had left them behind. Rather, they stood in the center of a well-traveled, dusty walkway. Peering about, they saw several rustic, log-cabin-style structures. Beside the trail were wooden barrels and log seats. In a bar, a rifle was propped against the wall next to a set of cowboy boots. Why, they’d been transported back to the American West!? The sound of piano keys tinkling in the background was accompanied by the stench of gun smoke. The faeries gave a headshake. They were not accustomed to this garden! Squeezing their eyes shut and uttering their own magical phrases, the terrified fairies joined forces to will themselves back into the fairy garden. Pop! Once again, the darkness descended. The fairies were excited to open their eyes and see their garden swing and flower field, but they discovered they hadn’t quite arrived at home. This time, their fairy toes were set in soft sand rather than a western town. It was a bright, windy, and salty day. A picnic table nearby emitted the aroma of fried hamburgers. There was color wherever they looked, from vividly colored Volkswagen buses parked next to volleyball nets to green flip-flops thrown onto the beach. The radio was playing rock ‘n roll. That scenario was very cool! It was not, however, the magical garden. The companions whispered the magic words while keeping their eyes closed. Wham! The VW radio’s loud music abruptly ceased. The only sound the fairies heard as they opened their eyes was the creaking of an ancient rocking chair. Their fanciful wings brushed against the weathered, ancient porch walls of a farmhouse. A windmill that rotated gently in the wind was close to a barn across the street. A bell in the distance called the people who lived on the farm to dinner. This was not exactly accurate, but it was closer to the garden. The fairies shook their heads, closing their eyes in frustration. Before they saw anything, they heard the noises of the fairy garden, zip! Suddenly, they were met by the enchanting sounds of singing trolls, the flutter of wings, and the smiles of garden pals. At last, they were back home! As the fairy group looked about their little garden house, they were delighted with the lovely scent of flowers. Feeling glad to be back in their cozy and inviting home, they soared about merrily, knocking on doors and hugging the little garden’s inhabitants. As she hunkered under a few little vines, the elderly pixie laughed. He had tricked his fairy pals with a harmless and enjoyable prank. His favorite tricks were magical ones, but for the time being he was relieved that the fairies were back in the small garden! To create enchanted small landscapes for containers or your yard, miniature-gardening.com provides miniature garden ideas, accessories, fairies, garden equipment, and dollhouse furniture. A unique selection of plants for tiny gardens or fairy gardens may be found at miniature-gardening.com, including small trees. Our guests love the tiny garden ideas on www.miniature-gardening.com.
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