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Dubh Sidhe's Moon Garden

© Virginia Marin

Ah, summer in the city. Skyscrapers reflect their glaring sunlight onto us squinting pedestrians below, and we feel the heat of the smoldering sidewalk through the soles of our shoes, as we dash back and forth to catch oncoming bullets. It's really no wonder that in blistering summer weather anyone, with the means to do so, leaves the city and its steamy streets behind at a moment's first opportunity. And while the destinations of others may be far more desirous than mine, my longing is for a hammock under a huge shade tree and a glass of iced raspberry tea.

With my wish at last realized, I soon dozed into a timeless, dreamlike imagery...

The little rainbow-colored wagons jolted, bounced and creaked as they journeyed over the rocky, sandy surface. The radiance of a full silvery-white moon gave an almost Biblical quality to our little procession of primative wagons as we...when suddenly, and without warning, I and my compatiots were tossed out of our wagons and into a monstrous whirlwind which ultimately deposited us in a thick, fragrant eucalyptus tree!

As we surveyed our strange plight, a little man appeared on a near-by branch. "What are you doing in my tree? No! No! Don't bother an answer. Follow me. I will take you to where you were going!" And, as quickly as we left, we were there.

The little man told us that summers were short in this part of the Scottish Highlands. But, for Dubh_Sidhe's Faerie Garden, the sun remains at its zenith for much of the year, providing warmth, fun and light to her Magical Moon Garden until the sun's sister, the moon peeps in.

"Aye, this is such a pretty garden. Come, come. Let's go in...! Everything is tended to and guarded by the moon faeries. In this special oasis, the faeries are all clothed in shimmering white and silver. And, anyone entering here is immediately clothed in white rose petels that fall from this trellised entrance," he said, with his thick brogue.

We saw a pebbled path meandering through the garden, and we were lulled into a bewitching serenity by the lilting strains from a wood flute, as the beckoning notes of the Sirens fell softly upon our ears.

A gentle breeze and cool mist encouraged us to continue, as our garden faerie guide, Aythmia, suddenly appeared. This beguiling fey touched the tip of her wand to the path, and faerie dust began to dance under our toes. Then, with a jaunty "Slitzweitz", the little man was gone! The fey told us in her poetic voice that...

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