We have a tree out the back called a Silky Oak; actually a couple of them. Right now in mid spring (Australia) the largest of them is covered with bright orange-yellow flowers. This little faery is only the size of a tennis ball and I had to look really hard at her before I realised she was sitting there calmly amongst these flowers. She was aware of me but in a detached way and didn't flit off or flick out as some of them are wont to do.

The birds seem to be just going beresk amongst the branches.

We didn't plant these trees. An old couple who lived here for thirty years planted them when they came and we are grateful for their efforts. They came here at our age (early fifties) and she, Mrs Evans is now in her eighties... her husband died recently.

They wanted to be self sufficient and had one cow, a cow bale to milk her in, herbs, fruit trees, flowers etc... he had a small boat in which he would go down to the nearby Hastings river to fish... there is an incredible feeling of peace in this place and maybe it was this which drew this couple to here or maybe they created it themselves.

She was happy enough to sell it to us as she knew we would keep what was here. Her husband died just after we moved in...like my husband he was in a wheelchair, but from Parkinsons. The night he died we remember well because there was something really strange about that night and we both felt it and commented at the time. I just asked my husband and we both couldn't recall what it was but it was a sort of odd noise/movement thing which un nereved us but not so as to frighten us.The next day we were told he had died at that time. I don't know what this has to do with this Silky Oak Faery but obviously something of the people who came before was there because as I drew her I thought of them and all the years they lived here.. s