Michael is the host of Tale Weaver.
At the bottom of the garden reside all my friends
No one but I can see them but not to worry
They are as real as you and me just different
They aren’t creatures of this material world you see
Not made of flesh and bone but of my imagination
Their gossamer wings shimmer in the light
Rainbow colors and starlit brightness
I weave stories around them in my mind
And go on adventures far and wide
At the bottom of the garden live my friends
Let’s go together so I can introduce you to them
We haven’t had a fairy tale prompt for a while so today is the day.
What stories and or images does the title “At the bottom of the garden” conjure up for you?