This is her favorite place. Gracefully, the little fairy dances from one water lily to the next, her delicate movements leaving barely noticeable circles on the water's surface, as if drawn by a fine feather. The gossamer waves spread concentrically towards the shore, gently stirring the water lilies and marsh marigolds. Like a firework, the crystal-clear water reflects the afternoon sunshine. Enchanted by the reflections, the little fairy takes flight to accompany two dragonflies in a dance over the enchanted pond on their serpentine paths.
The scent of the supple, magnificent leaves. The gentle greens framed by soft pink and light blue. Enchanted by the late summer atmosphere, the little fairy sprinkles her magical, sweet fairy dust over the water as she flies, enveloping the idyll in a fine, sparkling veil. Then she spirals upwards, pauses briefly, and dives down in a steep plunge, only to veer off just before impact and glide swiftly along the surface of the pond. The little fairy closes her eyes and takes a deep breath:
Lovely powdered sugar, fresh green foliage, ethereal fizzing sticks, gentle nuances of rose, delicate undertones of vanilla and berries. Forever, forever...
Wow - I’ve mostly read comments like this from female authors until now! Who would have thought that the wild Mustang could be so romantic, :-)?! Beautifully written and illustrated - now my soul longs for summer...
No powdered sugar or herbal garden - absolutely amazing scent.
It has everything my nose wants! Tschaka *laughs*