AMY'S ROSE FAIRY

“Hi Amy.  It’s me, Rose.  I’m your Guardian Fairy”.

“By gosh, am I ever excited!  Finally I get a chance to break out of the bonds of tradition and get to meet you.  Here you had the Rose as your favourite flower, but didn’t realize that I was actually there also as your Guardian Fairy, watching over you, all these years since you picked that flower as your favourite.  I’m a Fairy from the Rose Clan of Flowers”.

“I’ve watched you grow up as you passed by so often and became a woman and I’d feel so proud, whenever you stopped to admire a rose, and I’d think to myself, there’s Amy, her favourite flower is the Rose, so that makes me her Guardian Fairy”.

“When you’d stop to smell a rose, I’d be close enough to actually reach out and almost touch you.  Another thing that I like about you is that you have blonde hair, like mine.  At times I would think how I just would have loved to be able to just slide down it and when I reached the bottom, to fly back up to the top and slide back down again”.

“At other times, I wished that I could have been used as one of those hairpins that you humans use to keep your hair in place.  But then, you’re not able to see us Fairies, so that wouldn’t have been any good.  It would have been nice if it were possible, as then you’d be the only lady around with a Fairy hairpin, with wings that would be fluttering all the time.  Think of the sensations that you would be causing when they saw me in your hair as an ornamental hair clasp.  We’d have so much fun”.

“But about now you’re thinking, if you can’t see me, how come I can communicate with you all of a sudden.  That’s a good question, and the answer lies in a fellow by the name of Jay.  That’s not his real name, just his pen name, as he is a local senior writer of sorts.  The Pine Tree Fairy saw him writing stories on his computer, as he is right there outside his apartment.  He called other Fairies together and they watched him and they all agreed, that he was the Mortal that was needed to bridge the gap between Mortals and the Fairy world”.

“He had a certain flair and imagination in his writings and it was this that was needed to bridge that gap.  They probed into his mind and found that he believed in Fairies, Elves and Pixies.  It was this that was needed to give the Fairies a voice that they could have in no other way.  Finally, some of the Fairies could talk to humans, if only by way of words on Jay’s computer”.

“But, there was a catch to the whole system.  They had to have their flower painting done by a lady back in the 1920’s in England.  She was a poet and artist by the name of Cicely Mary Barker.  Jay had to have the painting of her Flower Fairies to do his stories successfully.  They saw that he enjoyed doing his stories, and that is why they knew that it would work, to have him write out what the Fairies wanted to say.  He didn’t know it, but they had probed into his subconscious mind and he was connected to the fairy programme, without knowing it”.

“Then one day, I saw him come into the flower shop and talk to the lady that was fixing up all the pretty flowers to sell to people and some of us Fairies were going to go to different places with them.  He was waiting for the doctor’s office to open up.  That must be where you were working, I found out later”.

“He mentioned about writing stories about flowers and Fairies, and my ears just perked up when I heard that.  You should have seen the reaction to that in the cooler where the flowers were, when the other Fairies realised who he was.  There was lots of “It’s him”, “It’s Jay”, “He’s that writer fellow”.  They were all so glad to see him for the first time.  Even the flowers perked up and looked their very best.  He mentioned about some of the stories he had written and the Fairies that he had met along the way, and then it was time for him to go”.

“Later, he came back all excited, as he told the sales lady that he was going to write a story for the lady in the doctors office and that he had already decided that he was going to be giving her a single rose, which would be included with the story, as this was her favourite flower.  So, he would be back some time to order and buy a rose from them.  I was so glad, as I was the Fairy that would be going with that Rose to be part of that story”.

There was so much excitement in the flower shop, as the Fairies talked amongst themselves; many congratulating Rose as being Amy’s chosen Fairy, by adoption.  A newcomer Flower Fairy, recently imported from the South American region, who was in a window display vase at the front of the store, asked who this Amy was?  Then one of the Fairies told her she was the blonde secretary that worked next door at the doctor’s office.

“I remember her now.  She’s that slim, attractive lady that always has a nice smile for people and is so friendly.  She dresses so nicely and holds herself up so nice and proudly.  I wish I had a lady like that to have come and choose my flower as her favourite, so then I could be her secret Fairy.  It’s so lonesome coming to a new county and not being a Fairy for anyone here.  You’re so lucky, Rose”.

“Don’t worry, that couple that were in here yesterday, I heard the young lady say that your flower was her favourite, and she wanted it for her wedding flower bouquet.  If that’s so, that means that you’re going to be her Flower Fairy at her wedding”.

“She did!  Oh good, I remember her, she was real cute, and he was so handsome.  Thanks Rose, that makes me feel a lot better.  Just think, I’ll be right there up front at a wedding.  Me, a Flower Fairy at a wedding.  I can hardly wait”.

That was many days ago, and it was nice to see so many flowers go out to make people happy, but they would not know that there were Fairies there with the flowers also.  I guess what is really needed is more humans like Jay the writer.  That’s what it all boils down to.  Without him and his communications, we’re just some cement or plastic images of what we look like.

My time would also come, when Jay would come into the Flower Basket Florist Shop once again to have picked up a single Red Rose that he had ordered for a certain special lady with blonde hair by the name of Amy.

Once again, she’ll sniff at it, and I’ll be so close to her and I’ll get the urge to slide down her long blonde hair as if it were a ski slope.  Also, during the day, I’m going to fly up and attach myself to her hair as if I’m one of those hair clasps they use, and see what it would be like to be there as she is doing her work.  If it’s a warm day and she starts to get too warm, I’ll beat my wings real fast to cool her down, and she’ll wonder where the nice cool breeze is coming from.

I’ve done this on other days, but she didn’t know about it.  She just felt a cooling breeze, but it was I, coming to see how she was doing.  I just buzzed around her a couple of times, and I guess I got a bit over excited and stirred up quite a breeze at the time.

Gosh, here I’ve been rambling on, and I’ve used up my allotted space that Jay said I would have to communicate with Amy.  But then, I’ll always be near her, as long as there are roses in the world, and perhaps Jay will help me communicate with her again, if she so wishes.

And it’s very fitting that she selected the rose as her favourite.

SHE'S AS PRETTY AS A ROSE HERSELF