There will be a short story time interval from the garden…
(Disclaimer:This is not my garden. This is Dorothy’s garden. One day my garden will grow up and be like Dorothy’s garden… maybe)
Once upon a time there was a little fairy princess called Betty…
Betty didn’t know she was a fairy princess, neither did her family or her friends or any of the people in her town. But she was.

(There was rain)
They all thought what she did was just normal, ordinary, nothing special. This is what she did… every night when she fell asleep she made bandages in her dreams and every morning she walked through the town handing the bandages to everyone she met.

(Rain here too)
Then one day everything changed. A huge angry dragon arrived at the edge of town and started screaming fireballs out through his mouth and down Church Street. Everyone was terrified. Including the fairy princess but she had a job to do so she carried on. It was a little more difficult today as everyone was hiding in their houses so Betty had to push her bandages through letter boxes or leave them in porches. The dragon had made everything very hot and Betty’s clothes and hands and face were getting a little scorched but she kept going and eventually had delivered all the bandages… except one.

(No rain here… impressive, right? Yes, there’s still ivy but this is a marathon not a sprint)
Betty knew who this one was for and she was more than a little afraid but she carried on. On to the edge of town where the dragon stood. When he saw Betty coming towards him he hiccuped and the fireballs stopped. Betty held out her last bandage and the dragon took it. Then Betty turned around and walked back through the town towards home. All the townspeople looking out their windows were astonished and started to clap. Betty heard the clapping and joined in (she really didn’t know she was a fairy princess but everyone else in town was starting to suspect…)

(Look! Buds!)
Next morning the dragon was still there and Betty did the same thing she always did, she gave out her bandages and as she approached the dragon he hiccuped again then reached out towards Betty and took his bandage. Betty turned around and walked home clapping along when she heard the townspeople from their houses.

(Can you see the worm? Gardener’s friend)
This went on for weeks. Betty was running out of un-scorched clothes. The townspeople were wondering if they’d every walk down Church Street again when one morning as Betty was handing the bandage to him, the dragon spoke…
Thank you.

(Sorry it’s a bit fuzzy in the seed maternity ward… one of our seeds has sprouted!)
We are the townspeople and we are beginning to suspect that we have some fairy princesses living among us.
To a fairy princess called Val, thank you, x.
To my fairy princess sister in law, Helen, thank you, x.
To the fairy princesses who take care of my mother in the nursing home, thank you, x.
To the fairy princess guy with the tattoos in the supermarket click and collect in Greystones who keeps us fed, thank you, x.
There’s every likelihood that you are a fairy princess too because I’m beginning to suspect you’ve been one all along, thank you, x.
May you be well, Mairead.