Tuesday, 16 May 2017

The Rest is up to You

Paula R C Readman 

dandelion and burdock wine

'The rest is up to you', she said giving me a final shove. I hadn't really seen myself as one who could fly, but l suddenly felt l had to learn quickly as the ground was now come up to meet me. 
 
I guess that's how all baby birds feel on their first step into adulthood, but me a mere fairy and a clumsy one at that had hoped that l could forgo learning, but Mum had other ideas.
 
 Too proud of our family history to allow me to just focus on painting ground loving flowers. 
 
'No, you aren't going to let the family name down', she said, grabbing me by the collar and hauling me to the tops of the trees. 
 
I guess l better give it a try, because I'm sure I've run out of time.
 
'Woo yes!' Quite easy once you get the hang of it! 
 
Oh, at least Mum looking pleased for once. Though it's going to be sometime before l master the art of landing elegantly on flowers.



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