The current president of Newcomers Club has had the gall to leave in the middle of her term. Just because I was First Vice President didn’t mean I have to become president, right? Well, apparently I didn’t make a strong enough argument and now I am President. It was so easy getting elected President by our 30 person board. I didn’t even have to campaign. Eat your heart out Hillary Clinton. I am also in charge of the bocce group. I’m supposed to have a partner, but…And also a writing group, but that one is easy. I don’t really feel like I’m in charge, everyone contributes. I just happened to start it.
My story is about a fairy. My daughter, husband and our 3 year old twin granddaughters were coming to visit over Memorial Day weekend. I am putting in a fairy garden as I had seen one at a friend’s and loved it. It’s like playing with a dollhouse all over again. I bought a cottage and a chicken coop with 3 little chickens in it at a nursery here. I knew the twins would want to play with the cottage and chickens as they are just sitting on our back deck. So I came up with this story
One day Mimi and Papa were out in back getting our yard ready to put in our plants. Papa was digging up rocks and I was stuck pulling weeds. All of a sudden Papa shouted: “Mimi” come here!” As I was really only half interested in the weeds, I rushed over hoping for some excitement. Papa was speechless and could only point into the hole he had just dug. I looked into the hole and there at the bottom was a tiny fairy, covered in dirt. She was blinking her eyes, trying to get the dirt out. Her hair was all matted and I couldn’t tell the color as it was full of dirt. Her clothes were torn and dirty. She stopped blinking and she gave a hesitant smile. “Hello” she said. “Thank you for uncovering me, I have been waiting for you.”
“Oh”, I said, still in shock. “Are you ok? What is your name?” “I am ok now,” she said. “The big machines moving all the dirt, covered me up and I could breathe because I was in the curve of a rock but couldn’t get out. My name is Kenlia.” “Kenlia?” I said, “that sounds like our granddaughter’s names put together. What can we do for you?” Papa was finally getting over his surprise and said “yes, whatever you want.” “I would like a garden,” she said. “A garden with a house of my own and some chickens to keep me company.” “Yes!, we can do that” I said. “What will you be doing while we are making your garden?” “I will be waiting for my new home, you won’t be able to see me, but I will be here.” And with that Kenlia disappeared.
I have been dealing with a bloggers block. Trying to figure out where to go with my blog and I finally have an idea. It won’t be children’s stories! I have to brainstorm my idea and will let you know in my next post what I have come up with. Meanwhile, do you have an idea for me?