|Clarke Fairy Lamp 1880s|
I got to thinking about fairy lamps this morning listening to a very nice piece of music by the French composer Ravel (he wrote the infamous Bolero for instance). The piece in mind was "Ma Mère l'Oye" or "Mother Goose (Suite)". The last movement is titled "The Enchanted Garden". (Sleeping Beauty awakened in her magic garden by the kiss of her prince perhaps?)
I thought of my grand daughters who, if given enough time in our back yard, would have it end to end fairy gardens. Little houses made of bark and twigs, chairs from champagne retainers and carved corks, miniature carts, gardens...all sorts of things unreal and thoroughly imagined.
I wonder about fairy lights and fairy gardens some; the fascination perhaps more than anything, and the allure they hold for young minds. The entire thing seems so gentle and soothing. Lights on the Moors brought into the home, the nightlight of the future so to guide the way out into the garden where you can pull up a toadstool and look at the stars and dream. Obviously grand and gentle tales for grand daughters.