With Fairie Festival upon us tomorrow, I present this work of fiction – ish.
… Maybe think of it as a
Saturday dawned as bright and clear as a new idea; the sky, blue as jays with cottonball clouds like first-grade daydreams. I turned onto the little country road per my GPS and started having second thoughts about deciding to attend this Fairie Festival thing. It was a last minute decision after finding myself with a beautiful and unexpected day off. Unfortunately, no one else was free, except my husband who thought it sounded silly and opted to stay home with the dog. At least the drive up here had been beautiful. I could still have fun by myself. I’d just scout it out for the family for next year.
Passing fields and houses I soon came to a “Parking” sign with an arrow. So I followed it. It took me up a hill so steep it seemed as though, surely, gravity was being defied and magic already at work since about a zillion cars were parked up there, as high and aslant as starlings on a roof. I joined them, getting out of my car and walking back down the hill, delighted to find myself joined by an ogre, two gnomes, 4 little fairies with their parents and one guy who could’ve been Robin Hood …or maybe Peter Pan?… Legolas! … Lohengrin? …
At the bottom of the hill, signs pointed the way across the road to a small trail through the woods. As soon as I got into the trees, it felt like a different world; such quiet, diffuse light coming through the budded branches; all the little flowers and mushrooms; the stones and roots running helter-skelter across my path. And the funny creatures before and behind me, trucking along with their baskets and bags and backpacks, chatting and chirruping happily like grasshoppers in the sun.
Soon the woods path came to an end and opened out into the bright light of a verdant landscape. Spread out before me were the green rolling fields and lush gardens of Spoutwood Farm… completely infested with fairies … well, people dressed as fairies … or maybe fairies dressed as people.
There was a giant with a net and a mallet, a mud man, a moss man, a blue man, several green men, green men with big noses and armor, wizards and warlocks and witches and wenches. Wenches with wings, wenches with tails, with horns, on stilts, even mermaid wenches who sat by the stream with their tails in the water all day.
There was a wealth, indeed a ransom, of things for sale! Things made of silver and gold, of silk and wool, wood and iron and paper and semi-precious stones; shiny things, soft things, fluffy things, webby things, all fanciful and fantastical and wanting to jump into my hand.
And food! I smelled French fries and bread, melting cheese and roasting meat; sweet and savory of every sort including lavender ice cream right out of a fairytale and plump lemons whose sour nectar you’d suck through the sweet, spicy xylem and phlom of certain peculiar and particular peppermint sticks.
And there was music; the air rife with song: like sirens on the water, or some songs more like dark and arcane chanting; some like drunken sailors and some songs were the friendly and noble old causes of folk tunes. I heard electric guitars and bass guitars and fiddles and flutes all strumming and trilling the atmosphere into bright colors and fine feelings. I heard drums sending out their primal heartbeat and the plaintive, marshal wail of bagpipes. It was mesmerizing, magnifying … It all called me away, twirled me around and around and, too soon, set me back down in the tilted field where I’d parked my car.
I found that I had, at some mysterious point, acquired many fine and sparkly things, as well as several delicious tidbits and a beautiful basket to carry them all in. I checked my phone to make sure it was still the same year as when I’d arrived. It was. And I was just the tiniest bit sad to see that.
But I felt transported nonetheless; changed somehow. And, driving home, I thought, “The heck with next year. Hell or high water, I’m bringing everybody back here tomorrow!” And, the next day, I did.
Wild Hawthorn in the Fairie Garden (nearside of the farmhouse) Fairie Festival at Spoutwood Farm May 5th, 6th, & 7th.