Are there fairies at the bottom of your garden? Have you ever gone looking?
Today I did some poking around, wary of disturbing any territorial squirrels, and inspected and enjoyed a great deal of the early summer foliage that has been popping up. I didn’t find any fairies, but plenty of mosquitoes!
In my opinion, fairies (along with dwarves and unicorns) have gotten the tail end of the fantasy spectrum. They are portrayed in one of two ways: mischievous, fun-loving, thimble-sized folk who drink nectar and wear spider silk (e.g., Peter Pan, Fern Gully, A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream) OR are human-sized, seductive, dark, emotion-sucking demonic sex symbols (e.g., Wicked Lovely, Lost Girl). Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy both Fern Gully and the Wicked Lovely novels — but which are real? Who knows. But there are people who still believe, and for that we should be grateful.
A post on the fairies of Cottingley later this week.
Do you believe in fairies?