Fairyland

On my kitchen counter I have a compost bucket. (Well, that is what we call it. If you were to look it at, you'd probably just see a white ice-cream bucket with a red handle.) Throughout the day we throw the scraps of food into it that need to be tossed, and then the children usually walk down the lane to the lilacs where the compost is tossed.

Today, however, I was the one to take the walk. Over night our lane had been turned into a fairy trail. It had been quite cold and the frost fairies had been out to decorate. All the trees were covered with a layer of spiky frost, like snowflakes covering each branch, each blade. The sun shone brilliantly over all, making each crystal shine: a sparkling fairyland. As the wind blew, those tiny flakes of ice began to fall, like snow, through the rays of sun.

Would you like to be the one who takes out the compost tomorrow?