NYPH of SUMMER

Where would you imagine a nymph to spend the starry nights of summer? In the cool deep forest where the fireflies serve as lanterns, lighting the way to her velvety thick, moss-covered bed, of course!

NYMPH of SUMMER WALL MASK

She awakens in the early dawn to delight at the sight of a dew-kissed spider web, sparkling in the golden sunrise like a lacy doily illuminated by twinkle lights. The faeries of the forest arrived. Each bearing a treat of refreshing spearmint berries for her to nibble on for breakfast. Spying a honeycomb left behind by a friendly neighboring bear, which must have been startled into abandoning it, the nymph scoops it up on her way to the spring for a quick drink of fresh spring water mixed with a quick stir of honey.

SPIDER WEB
PUBLIC DOMAIN PHOTO

When the light misty fog of morning lifted, she was stepping out from under her invigorating waterfall shower. Carefully arranged lacy twigs in her hair, enabling her to travel unseen across the lush green meadow grass leaning toward the sun, she made plans to run with the fawns at midday.

SPOTTY FAWNS
AND MAMA DOE

SPRING MAIDEN – v1 + v2

Spring Maiden imagines herself to be the happiest in the land. Not saddened to have been abandoned by her parents at a very early age, she feels lucky to have been raised in the forest by faeries that are her playmates as well as her tutors, taught the many ways of survival in the forest by telling her great faerie stories passed down by their elders, many including a deep respect for nature.

Following them since being lost in the spring as a young child, she not only has come to be one of them, but she helps them travel great distances as they cling to her soft, wooly golden hair. In return, they adorn her soft curls with forest flowers to groom her each day, their tiny voices like whispers in her ears as they work.

Each night she lies on a lush bed of warm green moss among the little faeries cuddled around her. As they slowly drift off to sleep under a midnight sky of twinkling stars, you may hear her humming a lilting tune if you listen carefully, although you may think it is only the wind whispering through branches in the tall trees.