Tamsin grows up Part 12

“Well, how would you introduce yourself to a new friend?” said Tamsin.

The witch looked at Tamsin and looked at the tree and took a big breath and thought to herself, this is going to look so silly.

“Hello Oak, my name is Fay, how do you do?”

“I am most well now,” whispered the Oak dryad. “Can you see me?”

The witch looked at the tree and suddenly she SAW!

The witch sat down in the grass with a bump. “You really are there?” she breathed.

“We are all here.” The dryad said. “We’ve been waiting so long for you to see us, so very long.”

The witch looked around, “See us?”

“Yes,” cried Tamsin. “Us! Look around you, please, and really, really, really see all of us”

The witch stood up and saw her garden for the first time. She saw Homer creep out from around a toadstool and caught her breath a little. She looked and saw Willow standing by the creek and she was looking stronger and more solid by the second. She saw the nymphs that lived and swam in the stream that went through the back of the yard at Willow’s feet. She looked up and saw Gus smiling at her in the growing morning sunlight.

Her eyes were wide now. “All of you were here waiting and I never knew.”

“We’ve been waiting so long and now we can work with you in this special place.”

Tamsin spread her wings and flew up to the witch’s face. “Can we stay and help?”

“Oh, please, stay.” As the witch continued to look around her garden. There was so much she had been missing. She just stared and walked around her garden. She touched every tree and introduced herself.

The witch nodded to herself. She could see she was going to have to learn a completely new way to think of her garden and she wondered if she was missing other magic that had been there all the time. She went inside to make herself a cup of tea. She was going to go sit in the garden and get to know her new neighbors.

Tamsin Grows Up Part 11

The witch looked startled and held up her other hand so Tamsin could stand on them.

“The dryads are dying because you don’t believe in them and they’ll be gone by Summer Solstice if you don’t see them and believe. Oh, please, please, please believe!”

“Dryads? I have dryads?” The witch asked.

“Yes and Homer the gnome and I will have to leave your lovely garden and find new homes if you don’t. We love helping you in your garden but you have to See us.”

“Oh,” said the witch, “I can see you. How cute you are.”

Tamsin stomped her foot again. “I’m not cute! I’m your faery and please pay attention.”

The witch looked at her carefully, “All right, what do I need to do?”

“Please walk over to the old oak over there and introduce yourself to her?”

“What!” cried the witch. “Introduce myself to a tree?”

“Yes,” Tamsin said firmly. “Please just do it.”

The witch shrugged and almost dropped Tamsin who decided she had better sit down for this ride and let herself be carried to the old oak. Tamsin could see the old oak’s dryad but she was so pale, it broke Tamsin’s heart.

“What do I do now?” The witch said.

Tamsin grows up Part 10

The finger slowed and the witch opened her hand and Tamsin landed on the witch’s palm.

“Can you see me?” Tamsin asked.

The witch looked at her hand and Gus hovered closer in case he had to save Tamsin and give the witch a good sting.

“Can you see me?” Tamsin repeated. “Oh, please, please see me.” She pleaded.

The witch squinted at her hand and said, “I can hear you but you are awfully faint to see.”

Tamsin stomped her foot in frustration. “Owww!” yelled the witch.

“Try harder!” yelled Tamsin at the witch. “Can you see me?”

“I can see you!” the witch said excitedly. “But who are you and what are you?”

Tamsin stared at the witch. “Really? You don’t know what I am?”

“No,” breathed the witch and little fearfully.

“I’m Tamsin and I’m your garden faery.”

“But I don’t believe in faeries.” Tamsin sat down on the witch’s hand.

“But you’re a witch! You believe in magic. You have to believe in faeries. You just have to.” Tamsin pleaded.

The witch stopped a moment and looked at her beautiful May Day garden.

“You’re a faery and you are my garden faery?” The witch whispered.

“Yes!” Tamsin cried. “And you need to look around again and this time really SEE! They’ll die if you don’t.”

Tamsin grows up Part 9

Tamsin watched the days pass quickly toward Beltane and she watched the dryads valiantly try to stop the fading. The witch moved around her garden every day watering and fertilizing her plants. She spoke to them encouragingly. She walked around in the moonlight casting spells for healing of a friend who was sick. She was everything a witch should be, she was loving and kind, she trusted in her magic, she loved nature so why couldn’t she see all of nature? What was causing her blindness?

The weeks and days passed all too quickly and Beltane was tomorrow. The dryads had told Tamsin that the witch loved to follow folk traditions and that the witch would be out at dawn to wash her face in May Day dew. Tamsin left her lovely little cottage under the foxglove and marched resolutely toward the witch’s door and sighed. She still had no idea what to do but she was going to try her hardest and hope.

“Well, Gus, I guess this is it.”

Gus buzzed and bumbled sleepily. He wouldn’t really be awake until the sun rose but he was here for Tamsin and this was really important.

Tamsin heard the door open and had an idea. She flew swiftly up the to witch’s face and hovered a moment and caught her breath. She flew in front of the witch’s nose and planted a kiss on it. The witch’s eyes flew wide open and her hand came up to touch her nose.

Tamsin grabbed the witch’s finger and held on for dear life and the witch tried to fling Tamsin off. The witch could feel her! This was really good.

Tamsin clung to the witch’s fast moving finger and started yelling .

“Stop, oh please, STOP!”

Tamsin grows up part 8

Tamsin sat in the tiny house the Dryads and the grumpy old gnome has helped her build. Nothing they had tried had worked so far and Sylvia and her sisters continued to fade away. Time was growing short and Tamsin was getting very worried for her friends. She also was a tiny bit worried that if her mother heard about her failing to help the dryads her mom would make her go home. Anything but that!

So she started her desperate campaign. The dryads told her the Witch would dance in her garden at Spring Equinox because she had at the Autumn Equinox so she lay in wait with the gnome and Gus. She’d arranged for the dryads to come out and dance around her when the Witch danced.

The evening finally came and the Witch did come out and Sylvia and her sisters danced all around her sending cool breezes toward the Witch and the Witch still didn’t see them!

The Homer, the gnome was so mad he came out and kicked the Witch in her big toe and she never saw them even though as she jumped up and down on one foot they all came out and waved and yelled. Nothing! She sat down on her bench and tried to find the thorn in her toe.

The dryads continued to fade and summer was coming. She had one last chance, Beltane. If she couldn’t do it on that day it probably couldn’t be done. So Tamsin plotted one last try….


Tamsin grows up Part 7

Tamsin was starting to get a little motion sick when the Cat stopped and gathered himself for a jump. He leapt part way up a tree, onto a stump and then onto a fence. Tamsin swinging wildly all the while. “Heyyyyyyyyyyyy!” She yelled but the Cat stopped suddenly on a fence and dropped her gently on the top of a fence post.

“Ohhhhh!” She cried. She looked out onto a vast garden, spring flowers as far as she could see. She could hear water burbling to itself a short distance away and there were several very large and elderly oak trees scattered around the garden as well as roses and lilacs and in one corner bright orange poppies and blue and purple lupine. It was lovely.

“You’re sure there are no faeries here?” She asked the Cat.

‘Sadly, there are no faeries in this garden.” Tamsin jumped as she heard another voice. It was a dryad from the nearest oak tree.

“How can a garden this lovely not have faeries to guard it?” Tamsin asked with a quick bow to the dryad.

“Because it belongs to a witch that doesn’t believe in faeries?” the dryad said.

“A witch that doesn’t believe in magic?” Tamsin said unable to quite comprehend that.

“Oh, she believes in magic, she just doesn’t believe in magical beings.”

“So she doesn’t know you’re here either?”

“No, even though she sees us every day, she doesn’t believe her eyes.”

“What a strange witch!” Tamsin cried.

“But I’m being a bad host.” Said the dryad coming closer and extending out her hand to Tamsin. “I’m Sylvia and I need to get you past the wards.”

Tamsin put a hand forward and carefully touched in front of her until she found the ward. “Pleased to meet you, I’m Tamsin” and she gave a quick curtsy. “Why would a witch ward against things she doesn’t believe in?”

“She wards against everything and everyone except Samhain here.” Pointing at the Cat.

“Oh, so he does have a name.” The Cat was sitting looking rather pleased with himself as cats do.

“Yes, he does but I sent him out to find someone like you and he gets like that when he is on a mission. I take it this is your first quest to find a garden of your own?”

Tamsin nodded. “I only had 4 more days and one more day and I would have had to turn back until next year.”

Just then Gus caught up with them and landed on the fence too. “This is my friend Gus. He came with me to keep me safe and out of trouble.” Tamsin grinned at the tired bee.

The dryad bowed to the bee and the bee bowed back gracefully. Gus was delighted for bee speech is half in bows and it was very nice to find someone besides a bee that knew the right bow.

Gus sat regaining his breath. He’d had a very hard time trying to keep up with the Cat.

The dryad reached out her hand to Tamsin and let her climb on. “You can take me past the wards?” Tamsin asked.

“Yes, because I was here before they were cast. The witch didn’t think to keep out beings that might already be here.” She said with a smile. ‘There are also my sisters and one grumpy old gnome who lives on the far side that she never sees because she doesn’t look. So my dear you have a mission besides helping in this garden. You need to get her to see us and believe us or she will never be all she can be.”

“How do I do that?” cried Tamsin.

“That will be up to you but I suggest you do it soon before my sisters and I fade away. She has only been here since last fall and we are already fading from her disbelief.”

‘Oh, uh oh!” Tamsin thought to herself. Was this lovely garden worth the challenge? How would she ever do it? She looked at Gus who was looking encouragingly at her. Was this why she was being pulled so strongly to travel in this direction? She sat in the dryad’s hand and let herself be carried into the center of the garden.

Tamsin grows up part 6

Tamsin thought that the Cat might as well have introduced himself if he was going to carry her in this undignified fashion. She was dangling rather precariously from the Cat’s mouth by the back of her dress’s straps. She had to say he had been very careful not to hurt her when he picked her up but that was about all she could say that was good about this mode of transport.

The Cat was covering more ground than they would have covered so it was a win as far as Tamsin was concerned. She could see farther than she could on the ground. She was the rare faery who liked to walk on the ground. She liked the way grass met over head like a huge green tunnel. She could have flown up high but that could be dangerous when big hawks were near. She wasn’t much bigger than a dragonfly and it could be scary up there.

But she felt quite safe here in the Cat’s mouth and she thought she could hear Gus behind the Cat, at least she hoped so.

The Cat was purring softly to itself as he lalopped along, “Well, someone was enjoying themselves.” She thought and she wondered how much farther they had to go.