Deep in the ancient oak woods a little sprinkle of magic has escaped. It’s sparkling in the leaves which are clinging on to the brach tips, quivering in the warm autumn breeze. And it’s popping up in wonderful shapes and patterns among the fallen leaves on the woodland floor below.
As if from nowhere, this beautiful structure has pushed up through the leaves in the blink of an eye. Last week there was nothing to be seen here, and now this beautiful woodland fruit stretches into the light, embodied magic.
The deeper you look, the more layers of magic are revealed. Whole clusters of community housing are nestled in the trees and grass, each one more inviting than the last. Tiny homes for clans of fairies, whisper softly among themselves.
Out in the suburbs, among the green belt, the homes have spread out into luxurious gardens. Here the residents enjoy more space and light, and the lawns are as soft as velvet. Each one topped with perfectly matching roofs. If you look closely you might see a fairy dog chasing a ball across the sunlit grass.
Some of the homes are rather large statements, and this one screams potions and poison. One bite of this fruit and you too could enter fairyland, and its shape shifting characters. The red is impossibly deep, and the fluffy white spots too cute to ignore. Your life would never be the same again after crossing this threshold.
This tiny highrise pushes up through holly and acorns, it’s roots hidden deep in the decaying forest floor. The tunnels and threads beneath the surface spread for miles unseen, servicing the little pagodas.
And the gills and frills of this bad boy dwarf the competition. Looming above the leaves, drinking in the sunlight, it opens to release thousands of spores into the unseen magic of the air. Soon it will fold back into itself, it’s magic spent, it’s purpose filled, and the soft earth will crumble it back into her heart.