Maybelle had often admired the red mushrooms mansions, where she imagined only the very luckiest of fae could live. She liked to imagine the quiet with only a few neighbors. She had been living in a fungus highrise since she was born, surrounded by constant noise and banter.
Sylphanya, her sprite-mother, was hardly ever home and wanted different things than Maybelle. Her mother cared only for painting autumn leaves whereas Maybelle was drawn to water blossoms. Her mother seemed to like having a hundred neighbors, singing out happy hellos to everyone.
Maybelle knew the other fae-children thought she was a bit odd. Her near-neighbor Jamus called her a loner that morning because she hardly ever joined him and his sister, Dolpha, for nectar in the berry bar.
Maybelle was sad all day, not even the rainbow tints of a new lotus bloom cheered her. Maybelle decided to find her mother.
“What do you think, my dear?” Sylphanya asked Maybelle when she found her. She was putting the finishing touches on an archway of russet maple leaves. She gestured at a golden maple. “Aren’t these colors magnificent together?”
“Yes, Mama, stunning.” Maybelle smiled at her mother’s obvious joy. Maybelle preferred gilding water lilies and polishing lotus petals. She loved the peace and quiet of slow-moving rivers and ponds. Some of her favorite spots were so remote, only the burbling water ever disturbed the silence.
“Do you think they need more red?” Sylphanya was never satisfied despite creating spectacular beauty.
“Perhaps a little,” Maybelle conceded. “Mama,” Maybelle stopped, thinking how best to approach the subject. She didn’t want to ruin her mother’s sunny mood.
“What is it?” Maybelle heard her mother’s question, but with Sylphanya’s wand adding touches of red here and there, she was not sure she was really listening. Maybelle wondered how to tell her mother of her need for a sanctuary, a quiet place for solitude. Would her mother think she was crazy?
“Can we live in a house? Our bracket flat is so noisy!” In the end, Maybelle simply blurted it out. “All the finesse of a badger,” Maybelle thought to herself with some frustration. Her thoughts could form a poetic dance, but her conversations were often awkward.
“You don’t like the bracket flat?” Her mother zipped over to her, a blur of autumn tones from her clothes and auburn hair. Sylphanya settled onto a maple branch, her hand lovingly smoothing Maybelle’s glossy raspberry curls, giving Maybelle her full attention for the first time since the sunflowers had bloomed.
“I feel surrounded there.” Maybelle admitted, remembering the hectoring of Jamus and his recent jeer of “Loner!”
“I want a retreat, a quieter place.” Maybelle added, hoping her usually cheerful mother would not become sad, like Jamus and Dolpha when she wanted to be alone.
“I’ve left you alone a lot this fall,” Sylphanya did sound sad, and Maybelle’s heart sank. “I love autumn, and I’ve been having the time of my life painting leaves. Aren’t you happy with your water blooms? I thought the highrise would keep you from being lonely.”
“I do love gilding lilies,” Maybelle was happy to reassure her mother. “I like to be alone. I can hear my thoughts better in the quiet.”
“I want you to be happy, and I can live anywhere,” Sylphanya smiled, giving her daughter a big hug, wings humming. Maybelle’s heart lifted, and she giggled in relief. “I’ll pass the word among the bee fairies to look for a nice house for us.” Sylphanya found a bee fairy on some late mums almost immediately. The Bee Fairy was glad to help.
Maybelle and Sylphanya then danced from tree branch to tree branch, spirits higher than the clouds, leaving in their wake a path of golden leaves with rainbow tints.
A few days later, one field over, a grouchy gnome had just outgrown a mushroom mansion. His round belly stuck out into the rain. The bee fairy convinced the grouchy gnome to move into a hollow tree, and brought the news to Sylphanya.
Maybelle was the happiest fae-child for miles around. She was moving to a red mushroom mansion! The two sprites happily packed up petal dresses, thorn flatware, acorn cups, a flower teapot and woven pine needle sleeping mats.
Jamus and Dolpha came by to say goodbye to Maybelle.
“I’ll miss you,” Dolpha said sadly.
“Me, too.” Jamus chimed in and then looked at his toes.
“You will?” Maybelle was too surprised to say anything else.
“You were always nice to us. We just wanted to hang out with you more.” Dolpha explained. Jamus looked up quickly, his cheeks turning reddish.
“Well, I’ll come back and visit,” Maybelle promised, grinning. And she did. Once her main diet was solitude, she really enjoyed visiting her friends at the berry bar. She even invited them home for tea sometimes.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Red Mushroom photographs used with permission of postaldeliveries.
An imaginative and captivating read, lovely images too. Delightful post!
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Glad you liked it. Writing this blog has helped me see the world in a new way, like a kid again. I quite like it. 🙂
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It’s always good to be in touch with your inner child – I know I am! 😀 x
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My inner child definitely has a voice. 🙂
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I’m glad we get to hear it! 🙂 x
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🙂 My inner child is happy to talk to your inner child. LOL
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Haha we have happy children! 😉 x
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I love the image of the grouchy gnome too big for his mushroom 🙂 I can relate to Maybelle, I’m drained by constant action and people but given my quiet, I’m social and fun like an extrovert 😉
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I am a bit Maybelle myself. Also occasionally like Sylphanya. And the grouchy gnome was very happy in his hollow tree. 🙂
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Hi Brenda – Brilliant! – I just knew there was a reasonable and practical explanation for the leaves looking so wonderful in autumn, Sylphanya is just so artistic, isn’t she?
I’m really pleased that the two of them are happy in their new home.
David
PS Thank you very much for the credits on the photos.
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My pleasure! 🙂 Glad you like the story. Thanks for suggesting a story. Warmly, Brenda
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Such a great poem! I’m honored.
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That was a lovely story – I would have been thrilled if my Mum had read that to me when I was little!♥ I used to love the idea of little people or fairies living in mushrooms and other little tiny homes. And I love the new larger font, kind of makes it more inviting. Difficult to do if it’s a longer story though!
I shall be dreaming of fairies and mushroom mansions tonight! 😀
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Excellent, I imagine you in a plush one. 🙂
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AnElephant loves fairies and sprites.
And you capture the essence, the wonder, the magic of this world so perfectly.
A joy to read.
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Thanks, my Elephant friend, basking in the sun. I hope to keep writing fairy tales, they make me happy.
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What a beautiful story!!! I have those feelings around mushrooms too. You captured something so delicate, and so lovely, and wove them exquisitely! A beautiful story, a beautiful world, and beautiful pictures. I LOVE your blog so much! 🙂
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Thanks so much!! You’ve cheered me up! Take care of yourself and enjoy the rest of the weekend! Brenda
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Lovely autumnal, cosy faery homes!
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Aren’t they adorable. The mushroom pictures are from the border country between England and Scotland.
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OH! I wish was a fairy and lied in a mushroom castle!!
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What a great job, making flowers and trees beautiful, right? What fun!
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oh! yes!!! xxxxxxxx
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Brenda very love work, thank you for sharing it. Both my wife and I read to our daughter a lot as she grew up. She now teaches HS Senior English, and is the English Department Head at her HS. And she loves to read and write. Again thanks Bill
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Obviously you didn’t need Einstein to tell you how to raise a genius! 🙂 Cheers, Brenda
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What a lovely tale of finding the right place to live, and just the right amount of contact with others. Nice mushroom highrise 🙂
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Thanks! I had no idea what to do with that picture of a tree, but then it was just what I needed. 🙂
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This is so cute. I loved reading it;)
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I’m so happy, thanks!
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Beautiful story and I love those mushrooms. So pretty 🙂
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They are beautiful! Definitely a good spot for an introverted fairy. 🙂
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extremely nice story! Loved the mushroom picture, sunflowers were beautiful, too. Such mushrooms used to grow in my homeland, Latvia. Picking wild mushrooms is something everybody loves there.
Really enjoyed your story!
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Thank you! I’m fond of Maybelle, and I’m happy I could make things work out for her. 🙂
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“All the finesse of a badger,” – Loved that line! And the story was awesome! I’ve found many morels in the springtime with little holes “carved” into the stems that I just know fairies use as doors. This was a great read – thank you!
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Oh, you’ve made my morning. What great words to wake up to! Thanks, Brenda
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Oh Brenda what a wonderful little tale. I think I’m a bit of a Maybelle so I could identify with the character you developed for her. Enjoyed this immensely.
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I’m so glad. I wrote this for all the introverts. I’m glad you could relate to it.
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I really like your fairy tales:) kind of brings me back to when my mother would read to me.
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Thanks, I hope you read to your kids, too, when they were little. My hubby loves to read to the kids — does voices. It’s special daddy time.
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I sure did… I read green eggs and ham a lot.
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I thought so. I love Green Eggs and Ham, and I’ve read it a lot myself.
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Totally! I love when you see things like this, Brenda!
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Thanks, Audrey! I thought we needed a fairy tale for introverts. 🙂
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Yes, we did! I love it, too. I often see them and think..”I wonder what’s happening in that little house.”
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Tea parties, snoozing fairies, grumpy gnomes. Busy places, mushrooms. 😉
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Ha! Yes! A mini metropolis.
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Oh, this was delightful! I always wanted to live under a mushroom. A mansion is even better.
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Introverts should get great places to live!
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So sweet and darling:)
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Thanks!!
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introvert/extrovert fae
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Exactly!! Have a great weekend.
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The complexity of simplicity… Not easily accomplished.
Very, VERY well done..!!
(This is the very first time I’ve ever heard my son’s name (Jamus) attached to someone (?) else)
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Wow, and here I thought that name up. Thanks for your wonderful comment! Warmly, Brenda
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Great story!
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Thanks!
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You are so imaginative. This story is charming. 🙂
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Thanks!
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