An unusual story -

[BanzaiBonnie]

because I don’t know anything other than what I experienced...


Many years ago one of my daughters and I were standing outside the back door and we had a Roman Candle ready to set off to celebrate New Years Eve and another daughter’s birthday. One ball of light after another goes off into the air and then on the last shot, my daughter dropped her hand a bit and the ball of fire hit a big fir tree. Oops.

A moment passed and a small (looked to be about 12-15 inches tall) blue green figure (of light) flew out of the tree trunk and circled round the tree and then back into the trunk.

My daughter and I stood there with our mouths open. Then, I told her to take some strawberries out of the freezer, add a few other goodies to a plate and set it out by the tree along with her apology for hitting the tree with the fireworks.

[Kookaburra]

1. Aww poor little fairie

I'm glad you made reparations.

[I Have A Dream]

2. Wow, what a gift to see that, although I'm sorry that the little being...

was so startled. The gift was a wonderful idea, Bonnie. I would never have thought of that.

Thanks for sharing the story with us.

[Kind of Blue]

3. What a wonderful experience.

I had to go and dig out my old "Fairies" book by Brian Froud, because there is a similar account. At the very end of the book from '77, Froud included a letter and drawing from the summer of 1887 he received from a fan in New Jersey who had found the items in a book in a house he'd just inherited.

The letter was written by his/her(?) great-grandfather who had chopped down a dead apple tree. Taking a break, he went inside his house and got his pipe, a book and a mug of tea. Back outside was a little man about six inches tall with a long white beard, and they stared at each other for a while. Needless to say, little man was angry and asked him, "Why did you chop down my tree and what are you going to do with the wood?"

Great grandfather explained that it was dead and would eventually fall over. The wood he would burn. Then little man went ballistic, saying it was his home for many years and if he burned it then he and his family would suffer! So great grandfather asked, well, what should I do with it. Little man told him to make a cradle and he and his would have good fortune. Then little man said something foreign and disappeared.

Great grandfather immediately sketched the man's likeness on the book he carried outside.

And then the letter to Froud goes on to tell a little about Native American legends of the Leni-Lenapi Indians who believed in the elves or sprites.

on edit: spelling

[winyanstaz]

4. I collect fairy statues and leave gifts for fairies because I also saw something years ago...

in my case it was a cobalt blue ball of light aprox. 8 inches across...perched on the side of a hanging plant in my house..right over my head where I was sitting on the floor meditating.
As soon as I looked up at it..it jumped off, bounced once on the floor and went under the end table.
I spent many an evening searching for it on my hands and knees but I never saw it again.
I saw the ball of light plainly but I could not quite make out the figure inside the ball of light..it was moving way too fast.
I always leave a place for the fairies to dance in my gardens.

[BanzaiBonnie]

5. Me too

They have a wild place that's set aside for them and I leave it alone.

And I always try to remember to talk to them about what I plan to do when I'm making changes around the rest of the garden.

[Callie McAllie]

6. This is all great

I'm sure the fairies around my house are not happy with all the continuous re-arranging we do. I will talk to them about it next time. (Usually, I just talk to the plants.)