A Gaggle of Gossamer Girls.
It had just stopped raining and the winter sun had just strobed its way accross the paddock. I looked and looked again... in the branches of the She-Oaks were lots of small lights reflecting in the sunshine. Sure, it could have been the raindrops reflecting the sunlight, but no one could mistake this gaggle of gossamer girls flapping in and out the wet sunfilled branches.

I might have missed them but it was the quick as lightening movement of the little red-headed green-eyed faery flutterby which spun me about and I though "Aha! they're here again.

They are getting quite relaxed around the house and land lately, but still its such an honour to see them when they choose to let me.

No tears of wisedom for this Banshee as she contemplates the future and fate of us all.