I e-mailed Robin with a little request- would she send me one of the things that she had photographed. With a reply of Yes! Yes! Yes!, she gathered the bits of stuff and packaged them up and sent them to me. Can you guess what they are?
Look how sweetly she wrapped them. You would think it was the most treasured thing on earth.
For me it was, because this tiny bag made from the tattered remnant of an old quilt held memories of my childhood - milkweed pods, fairies and wishes.
The memory is clear. Hundreds of opportunities dancing on breezes waiting to be caught. My small self chasing them through the field asking them to slow just a little so I could catch one. One was all that was needed to wish upon.
Inside these seeds are the beginnings of wistful childhood dreams.
I will plant some and hope that they grow. If not, I now have a jarful that can be released on a whim.
My children are now adults and have missed the magic and charm of milkweed fairies. I've never seen them here in Georgia. But, one day, they will have children of their own and this grandmother will be ready to give her grandchildren a memory of chasing shimmering strands of floss across a golden field hoping to cradle one in their hand and whisper a wish.
All because a friend heeded the request of a woman sitting at her computer reminiscing about her childhood.
Thank you, Robin, for your kindness and recognizing the need for me to be that small one chasing fairies through a field. Perhaps that is the thing that has been missing all along.
Tell me, if a fairy landed in your hand, what would you wish for?