Tuesdays With Tag - In Search of The Faeries of Breezy Hill...

 Hi, Everybody!!!

I'm so excited. I finally get to tell you about my biggest adventure 

 since comin' to the Wisconsin campground. There's magic afoot here!

 

 You might remember that I've been spendin' as much time as I can with

these two young ladies. (They're my our granddaughters.) When last I

saw them, The Little Redhead said, "Did you know that I adore you?"

 Me? Can you believe that she adores me???

You do know that I'll take all the adoration I can get. Non-stop.

Well, these adorin' grandchildren shared a book with me recently.

 It's called "How To Find Flower Fairies".

(I prefer the Ancient Corgish spelling, "Faeries" myself.)

 Inside its pages are lots of pop-ups and flaps...and so much information

that children should know about locatin' Faeries. They could be Treetop or

Forest Faeries or Meadow Faeries, or Faeries from many other places. 

They're actually all around us, if we just take the time to look for them.

Now, while youngsters might need special teachin', this is a talent 

that has always come naturally to their magical Faerie steeds, the Corgis.

I suggested that Mom bring along her camera for a day in the campground

because I had noticed that there were very unique Faerie formations here.

 This is the first location that caught my attention. I had to check it out. It's

 actually in the tree that has our number marker for our campsight, and I

 seem to remember ancient lore regarding Faerie affinity for locations with

 ready-made addresses. (That way they can send Faerie dust to each other.)

 You'll notice that there are hidden spaces behind this front facade. I think

it's a doorway. I could smell that there had been Faeries here recently. 

Maybe this is where Faeries gather for their weekly or monthly 

councils to plan rabbit trainin' schedules or perhaps who will be feedin' 

the birds for the upcoming moon cycles? It's been a long while since any 

Corgi has attended any such meetin' so I can only imagine these things.

 I did notice a gnome rootin' around the base of one of the trees. He seemed like a friendly enough sort, but he was all tight-lipped when  I approached him on the subject of local Faeries. He just smiled and sent me on my way. (Gnomes are just harmless troublemakers anyhow.)

 I happened upon a baby rabbit, too. Man, I wanted to chase him somethin'
fierce, but I kept my cool and turned my thoughts to more pressin' matters.
I did make a note of his whereabouts for future reference, though.

 Sometimes, you just have to get real quiet and move into "stealth mode".
(Can you see me? Right. I didn't think so.)

Faeries have very sensitive hearin', but so do Corgis. We don't miss
much, unless it's on purpose, of course. Then we can be deaf as
doornails! (It's called "selective hearing" in some circles.)

 Heh, heh. Here I am. No time to goof off. Gotta keep my nose
down because I'm gettin' all itchy. My "Faerie sense" is kickin' in.

 Oh, boy! Look what I found.
A tiny warren of enchanted baby bunnies!!! They froze up when they saw 
me and didn't move a muscle. Obviously, they weren't any help either.

 What's this?
"Hey, Mom. Check this out. I think we just missed 'em."

 I found evidence of a Faerie, obviously a hard worker, too.

This one has been collectin' acorns and clover blossoms.

Did you know that if you pull apart a clover blossom and suck on the ends
 of the flower closest to the bud, it's sweet and syrupy? Yup. I'm not kiddin'.
Mom used to do it when she was a kid. She knew Faerie secrets way back then!

I just bet this Faerie is collectin' clovers to make a natural sweetener for
 their chicory or dandelion teas. They might even drink lemon grass tea! I
wonder what he or she is gonna put in that empty bucket. What do you think?

One thing I was sure of though...we're gettin' real close to findin' a Faerie.

 Then, I turned around to the next tree and look what I found. Tucked into a soft bed of moss and grasses - and hidden in the shade of flowerin' air plants -  I sneaked upon the sweetest, teeny, tiny sleepin' face. I nearly missed it! Shhhhhhh. Be very quiet.  We don't want to disturb this little one. It's a Faerie baby!

 The baby was restin' on a pillow of clovers with a headboard of weathered 

oak leaves. The Faeries left a Lady Bug to guard the little one while they work.

Lady Bugs are very vigilant and, in case of danger, they fly away to alert the

 Faeries to return quickly. I bet you didn't know they make the best of nannies.

She knew that I would neither wake the child, nor harm it, so we were able

to sit and admire her precious charge for a little while and then quietly leave.

 So, there you have my very special story this week of my adventures in search of the "Faeries of Breezy Hill". If you keep your eyes open, you  can see their little lanterns twinkle in the moonlight just like lightning bugs!   We'll return again next year to continue our search. I'm sure the Lady Bug  will tell the Faeries that I was gentle and respectful this year. Perhaps the  next time I'm here, they'll come out to visit with me. I'm sure hopin' so.    Maybe, I''ll even be allowed to act as their trusted steed one full, moonlit night, just like the Corgis of ancient days. That would be an honor, indeed.   We're leavin' Wisconsin tomorrow to start back home. Next week, I'll tell you how our trip went and then settle back into my regular routine. I know. Lyin' around, swimmin' and chasin' lizards isn't exactly glamorous, but it's the life I love and I'm anxious to get back to it. 'til next week... "Wag Like Ya Mean It!"