In search of the magic mushrooms

For some inexplicable reason, I'm lacking some of that spark of magic of days gone by... have you noticed it too? Ah, it must be life outside the magical garden. It must be.

 

You see, things are not the same here. I can't seem to find my fairies, and ever since I left my magical garden in the roses have I seen a single bird... who would had thought it, with all that amount of trees and Nature here? But that's how it is...

Sunshine here makes the whole place look different and I miss the soft rustling flight of wings in the chilly winter mornings—my winter visitors the orange bellied robins, my gentle mourning doves, the tiny dark-eyed Junco and the colorful Northern flicker who stayed with me at the house in the roses for the last two consecutive winters...

I miss it all—the birds, the little snow-white clouds that floated about the winter garden, the frozen roses in the frigid air and the cats who loved the garden as much as I did and showed there from time to time just to please me... Oh how I missed them all.

 

The old man who lived here long long time ago loved roses.  He brought with him all his beloved roses from his previous home, and re-planted them here.  He created a lovely rose garden, but days passed by, and years went by and the garden was left unattended and forgotten, until finally the woods that grow behind the house took over it.

 

As you can understand, I couldn't leave this rose garden looking so terribly neglected. Could I? I remember that day when I first strolled through it... I thought I heard a small whisper; a wind, a grass tinkled in my ear... It was the roses... the poor things seemed to beckon my attention; weeds dancing all around them... "look at me; please help"—they seemed to begged.

 

 

So I employed a professional who's been doing a great job cleaning, and thinning out the woods and pulling weeds like crazy... when this odd cold finally leaves us—oh yes, because it is cold here too you know... when this cold leaves us, I will rake all the leaves, and fertilize the roses and improve the quality of the soil.

 

 

But for now I will have to wait. Wait, and dream and hope for a spring overflowing with roses.... I can hardly wait to see what they would look like, what color would they bring to this place, what fragrances... I am lucky. Lucky to have all these roses here, even when all I have for now it's just hope...

 

Oh magic will find a way to my new garden, I'm sure.

If there's time, tomorrow I will go out to the forest beyond the house and look for those magic mushrooms... you know the ones... 

Oh no no... I'm not talking about the psychedelic mushrooms type of mushrooms.... 

 

 

I'm talking about those mushrooms that grow near a secret fairy den...

 

 

And grow by the enchantment of fairy magic....

Spreading fairy magic all around...

Good night my friend! Sweet dreams to you!

 Oh I'm hoping I'd be able to sleep tonight.

 

Have you ever had trouble sleeping?