The World According to Fairies and Flowers
"Come away O human child!
To the waters and the wild,
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand."
William Butler Yeats, 1889
Long ago when the world was young, even before the dawn of Father Time, Mother Nature dusted the earth and seas with what is commonly known as fairies. These precious nymphs, sprites, and mermaids are continuously born from the harmony of Creation and carried by the gentle east wind, Eurus, on angels' wings. When you sit under the embrace of an old oak tree, you may soon hear the warm lullaby of the angels' song:
Little Fairy, fair and slim
Flowers soon will cover him.
Fairy fine, fairy gay,
Fairy now will come to stay...
And they did! The fairies soon opened their wings and dived into the ocean or glided into the giant establishment known as the Forest of Conifers. In the dark reaches of this ancient forest, Father Frost held an icy embrace threatening death to the helpless travelers.
Here, pine trees were at the height of their power, snatching all the sunshine as it shimmered into the forest. These evergreen trees were very rich and they were determined to rule the forest. The tallest ones were so dense and thick that they blocked the friendly sunshine from illuminating the forest floor. In fact, it was so dark and cold on the ground that few memories of the beauty and wonder of Mother Nature remained there.
If any complaints reached the ruling conifers, they were sure to shower pinecones indiscriminately on the inhabitants below. Even worse were the messy pine needles covering the fertile soil, preventing new seeds and blankets of grass from flourishing.
The fairies could hardly find a decent flower petal to lean on, much less to make a home. They would have never been able to slide through the pine needles if the dragonflies had not shown the way. The survivors arrived at the forest floor, tired and powdered with pine pollen. They had to learn to sneeze to clear their sinuses. The sounds of kachoo! echoed into the forest, causing the earthworms to burrow deep into the soil and cover their ears, for the forest and its creatures were used to only silence. The fairies soon learned to adapt to the forest. They searched their surroundings for clues of a "Flower Creation Myth" they had heard long ago.
Hidden in the silence of the forest is the memory of the "Flower Creation Myth," how and why angiosperms learned to bloom. Here is the whole story, unaltered and handed down to many generations of flowers ever since. Not a day goes by in the flora world without the following story being related to the next generation.
Long ago flowering plants known as "angiosperms" evolved blooms to attract pollinators to help continue the species. They lived in dense pine forests covering the landmasses. They found little room to grow and very little light filtered down to them through the conifers. The angiosperms faced extinction in a seemingly impossible situation.
The conifers were no help. They kept dropping pinecones on the angiosperms at the least appropriate moments. If a pollinator did happen to find his way through the dimly lit forest, he was likely to be rendered unconscious by a hail of pinecones followed by the biting rain of needles.
The angiosperms felt very abandoned. They couldn't express creativity in their own land. They were hungry for sunshine, good times, and some friends. They couldn't even call up an earthworm from the densely covered forest floor or invite a newly released butterfly for a dewdrop. And the newly swarmed bees said, "Forget it, we can't form colonies in a hailstorm of pinecones. Besides, no one will want to eat honey made from sterile flowers. We couldn't support the queen through such economic hardships. We need sunshine and fields of flowers to produce golden honey for the hive and a sweet royal jelly to feed the queen."
Well, what's a timid angiosperm supposed to do? Try as they might, they couldn't produce a bloom. The best they could do was to cough up a few pine needles and sneeze out the drifting pine dust. Their only choice was to fold their leaves around them and go within. One brave flower began to think aloud. "There has to be a way out of this situation," the flower said. "We all have to learn to bloom as one. We must produce varieties that bloom in every color and every circumstance. If we can produce good seed, future generations of flowers can even catch a wind to another land. But first we must produce pollen so we can communicate with each other, and fragrance and color to attract every known pollinator."
The angiosperms were all humming as one; one goal, many varieties, and a strong desire to make it happen.
But they soon realized that wasn't enough. It seems that they needed help from Mother Nature herself.
However, Mother Nature was a little perplexed by the whole situation. She had great expectations for the flower kingdom, but the environment was not cooperating with her vision. She decided to hold a conference with the governing Elements.
She talked it over with the Sun and the Moon, the Wind and the Rain. They all felt they had given it their best, but the conifer forests were really hogging the show. They even invented Thunder to scare the pine trees from reaching to the stars! It didn't work. The stars had to pull up the sky to keep the conifers from bombarding the constellations with pinecones.
This gave Mother Nature an idea. She would call on the Star gods to produce a goddess and teach the angiosperms how to bloom in adverse situations. After all, she hadn't become the Matron of Nature without a little coaxing. And she believed she had friends in high places.
Copyright © 2002 by Judy Griffin, Ph.D.