It was last month that N "found" the first evidence of a fairy in our back yard. She told D, and the two of the
m kept watch on the little house under the fir tree. N would often spend time out there, but it was D who usually came running in with the exciting news that something else had changed where the fairy lives. It wasn't long before we nicknamed our fairy "Spring," because she loves the sunshine and flowers of the season as much as we do.
Each week, Spring's home becomes more elaborate and more beautiful. Dishes of flower food, a well (filled with water), a wood shed, a "landing pad," and a leaf-drying rack are just some of her possessions. D was sad when a "For Sale" sign appeared in Spring's yard one morning. After I talked with N, though, it turned out that Spring was just selling some of her rocks.
We all "help" with developments around the home site, so D knows that not everyth
ing is done by the fairies. But Spring is real to him; he speaks of her the way he does of his imaginary dragons--he wants them to be real. My older kids worried that it was bad for D to believe in a fairy, but I don't think so. The other day he asked me, "Do you think Spring is real?" I hope I answered wisely when I told him about my childhood dreams of little people in my life and said,"I would love for her to be real."

