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The Enchantment of All Creatures

Credit: Cielo Noriega
In my enchanted garden at dusk

Most of my stories take flight in my very own garden; a garden I have decided is enchanted. Here anything can happen...

Each day ends at dusk. Dusk is fleeting and beautiful and different each day. But if we don't pay attention we will miss it; miss the whole enchantment of it. And I just don’t want to miss it... Not a bit of it! Not ever!

Things happen here in the garden at that time of day you know... I mean magical things; things rather undetected or invisible during any other time of the day. I could stay lost in this moment forever...

Fancy shoes, petticoats, long skirts and blouses with puffy sleeves—nothing can stop me from the blissful contact with Nature at dusk, not even mud... So every evening when the sun starts its slow descent, right before it disappears beyond the horizon, I go out for a stroll in the garden...

It is at dusk when one can see what’s happening, I mean really happening in the garden. You'd have to tune to Nature, then tiptoe through the mysterious ivy path down to fairy lane...

And stand very still on the tip of your toes to observe what’s going on in Petunia Valley...

Not a single soul, no sound disturbs the hollow chime of the dripping water of fountains in Petunia Valley... not yet!

But then... there they are! You hear your heart go thump thump thump. Excitement tickles the air… and tickles your nose! At the feet of the elephant ears by the birdbath and beyond, there you would find them!

Those inhabitants of the garden! Each corner, each crevice comes alive with the frolicking of little creatures and night dwellers singing and dancing...

The parade starts, and if you stop still; very still for a minute or two you can see the ants carrying their trombones, and the spiders their tubas, and there are drummers and drums and pipers and pipes on the downtown streets of the garden...

A sound of trumpet is hear; a shout, a cry and a proclamation of what’s to come. Then the Great Owl emerges from behind a thicket of trees and the garden turns silent again...

The tufts of feathers atop his head shines with a magical light... the sight of the garden's Great Spirit emerging with no warning and passing so closely is etched forever in my mind... there is golden-white light all around him, and his presence is so powerful it dims every other voice and noise and everything else in his path...

The Great Spirit King of the Garden speaks and blesses the crowd, then burst forth a unanimous shout, the cry of joy is hear throughout the garden... fireflies would carrying lanterns, and as the marching bands of red wigglers entertain the crow, worms and garden snakes and crayfish and a host of other critters comes out in their decorated floats...

You can see the flowers dancing to the exotic rhythms of the tambores. The spider lilies, the “ballerinas of the garden”, wake up during those happy dusk celebrations. Fragrant, exotic pure-white flowers appear and bloom all night through the following morning. In midsummer, beautiful, intricate, spidery flowers would dance under the moon naked as summer geraniums and delphiniums applaud and sing and dance along with the tall roses and the gladiolus...

Ah yes, it's mystery at its best, it's enchantment... it's the underworld aglow at your very feet! But the best part of it all is always the pivotal moment when the night fairies make their entrance...

They are a perennial favorite, no garden parade would be complete without inclusion of the fairies... night time sparkles and spells are mumbled whenever they come into sight...

If you pay close attention, you will also see the feared inhabitants of the garden engage in dangerous and deadly flying trapeze acts way above the canopy of the garden, where a performer would grab the trapeze bar and jump off a high platform... the good thing about all this, is that nobody dies in these treacherous games, because magic, and not gravity, creates the swing...

Shiny stars adorn the grape vine with tiny magical lights and star songs, and there cradling among the grapes are unknown entities, writing messages in the leaves, leaving us pondering over that invisible world only few people can see, and you can hear the soft, rustling sound of the elves as they spread their shining wings and flight silently over the garden...

Is magic I tell you, it’s the enchanted hour... every day there are certain moments than can multiply the enjoyment, value and balance of your life much more than others. These are the magic moments you don’t want to miss... I certainly don't want to miss a thing in the garden at dusk! It truly becomes an enchanted paradise. Like Anne Shirley would say: “You couldn't enjoy its loveliness more if you had ropes of diamonds”. I just love the enchantment and inspiration of summer evenings... can you feel it too?

Night is upon us, and it is time for me to go inside... The garden dwellers understand too I must go... and so the music ceases, and with a soft, rustling sound the elves spread their shining wings and flight silently over the sleeping earth... the flowers close their bright eyes and the little winds get very still, for the feast is over... the magic has ended until the following evening, at dusk...

Almost every single day of our life is filled with moments that are magical... gems, I would say. These are the moments worth capturing... worth dwelling on, worth celebrating. Way too often we miss those moments when they are happening. By dwelling a bit on those moments, when they occur, you can capture that magic and add it to your life!

Hope you decide to take a stroll through your gardens at dusk...

If you do, expect the unexpected!

Then please come back and tell me what you saw!

I'd love to hear all about it!

Author: Cielo Noriega



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Cielo is a writer for BrooWaha. For more information, visit the writer's website.
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1 comments on The Enchantment of All Creatures

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By TonyBerkman on October 08, 2011 at 06:16 pm

Beautiful "magical garden" that exists yet few see. I love your descriptions about how the garden comes to life and the more in touch you are the more "magic" appears.

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