Nine Cent Girl

When was the last time you wandered off into a forest? I don’t mean a path through a wooded area of your neighborhood park, but a real, honest, forest romp, where the old growth trees touch the bottom of the passing clouds and the ferns cluster down below in earnest abundance. I had such a lovely walk last weekend, with family and friends and a loved pooch, and despite our chatter we surprised a fairy, as she sat upon her leafy throne. No, not a metaphor, a real fairy, on a real fern throne, who, in her surprise, flew up into plain view, eyed us cautiously, and then fluttered with her translucent white wings up to the treetops hidden from our sight. Yes, a forest fairy, who clearly crossed our paths for one magical moment, and helped us remember just how lucky we are, to be breathing this vibrant clear air, to be treading on this soft earth, and to be cocooned together in such love. All in that split second, our fairy shot right through our city cynicism and acted as a gentle reminder of all that is spectacular in life’s adventures.

Now, before you think me mad or just some delusional fairy chaser… let me assure you this forest is on this planet, right in my town and has most definitely seen humans before. We found evidence of an old sugar shack, and even though the old tools were fading into forest fodder, fading into abstract art pieces, the place is as real as you or I.

Every few feet we were stopped by something, a shaft of sunlight filtering down into a stream, or a cluster of yellow buttercups dancing about in the breeze, or a tree half-toppled  by a wind storm yet still standing sentry to our wanderings. Hard to walk even a few steps without taking a picture or just wanting to linger there a bit longer: A magical forest indeed!

So, where is our fairy? Perhaps she fluttered only slightly above as we meandered over leafy paths all afternoon, or perhaps she watched as we stood in awe over fauna and flower, not sure, but as we all walked out into the field covered in yellow flowers and busy bees where the sheep were grazing and caught sight of the magnificent Mount Mansfield, we sensed her magic came with us as we faced the wide brilliant blue sky once again. Yes, we all agreed, she will always be in our hearts.

## Fairy credit goes to our youngest son, who spotted her first, and who just embarked on his own spectacular adventure!

## Photo credit to our daughter, marnika weiss, who managed to capture all that forest beauty with her true artist’s eye!