Imagine you have a touch of magic and can make impossible things happen.
Long ago in a land now far away, fairies would play by night and day. They’d race on the breeze and skip through the trees, with simple innocent grace and ease. Duelling with butterflies high and low, following bumble bees to see where they go. Elves resided in red toadstool homes causing mischief and mayhem whenever alone. The Queen of the Fairies, although aloof from it all flirted outrageously at the Mid-summer ball. The bottom of my garden held an enchanted fascination, but as I grow older, I now wonder how much of all that … was just my imagination.