Vitsippia Made me Do It

So another story.

The vision of the spring forest and the lovely little white vitsippia is what romanced me into dropping everything and moving across the world.

We took these photos on a family walk in the neighborhood last week.

It was two years ago we decided to move to Sweden. Perhaps it began with the Vitsippia, or, we can go back a bit more and give credit to the babysitter. We had an uninterupted conversation one February evening. We had found a good local teenage baby sitter and finally got a night out after parenting for nearly three years. Over a real dinner out, we remembered we had said we would consider moving to Sweden when our daughter was three, and it was just a few weeks from her third birthday. It seemed like a nice time to try it, before she was school aged, and when SwedeDaddy's sister's kids were still young and at home. And his mother is aging, more likely to be needing help, so being closer would be good. We opened up ourselves to the possibility. We had really been preparing for years in a way, as I had structured my business so it could be sold if we wanted to move, and I had in fact already sold it sometime back.

I began checking out the logistics of resident visas and needed paperwork. In March, SwedeDaddy realized his Swedish passport was about to expire in just two weeks, and thanks to 9/11 security issues, he could only renew in New York City or Sweden. It cost as much to go to Sweden as New York on short notice, so we thought we could head to Sweden, renew the passport and check out the country. We had to plan a trip right away. I encouraged him to send a few job applications, and he sent several seven days before we left. I started looking into housing and apartments for rent, searched schools online and set up a few interviews for the Swedegirl at preschools, and for me in a language program. We thought we would just see how it all looked....

We flew out in April. By early May, SwedeDaddy had accepted a job, SwedeGirl had a spot at a great Waldorf daycare, I was set to enroll in a language program, we had found someone to buy our Florida house, and were ready to close on one in Sweden. In one month time, TheSwedeLife went from a distant option to a solid plan. We were loading a container in June, and boarded our plane July 21st. It happened so quick we questioned our sanity, and we were not alone, people all around us were surprised to be saying good bye so soon....

Two weeks before leaving, we realized we were also expecting a second baby. Just in time to tell my parents and family in person. We

were so lucky we choose to make such a bold move. Two months later, the economy crashed, real estate was a mess, and there were no jobs to found. Had we not made the move just then, it is likely we would not have at all.

When we came to visit in April, my impressions was Sweden was like a dreamland....modern technology and design in the cities, but the smell of farm poop from the freshly fertilized fields. Nature and culture married. Family friendly policies, and humane working conditions. When we got SwedeDaddy's job offer with 6 weeks of paid vacation time, we literally laughed out loud. Such a change from just a few days a year that had to be spent at Christmas.

As we dreamed of Sweden, we were emailing with the American photographer that was selling us our house. We sent her on missions into the forest to capture images of the woods behind our house, which at the time of our visit, had been full of the first flowers of the year, Vitsippia. I spent hours dripping with sweat in the Florida heat dreaming of walking in cool forests, and of living in the little red cottage in the woods situated just three houses away from SwedeDaddy's sister's family.

Now, it is my life. That forest has become a lovely place for my now 5 year old to practice her balance walking by on logs, and for us to explore with the baby. The little red house is the place we rest our heads each night. We are here, and it is home.

A hatched egg SwedeGirl found

Living the SwedeLife

We said we would try it for three years and see where that brings us.

One and half years down, and I can only wonder where life will ask us to follow.

I hope that whatever path lies ahead presents itself as clearly as the path to Sweden did, and that it unfolds just as effortlessly. So many important 'decisions' in my life have been made by merely turning my head, and noticing that that is where life seems to be going. And then having the courage to follow along.

So how is my Swedish?

How am I adjusting to living abroad?

I understand some Swedish.....
Like when he says 'Donut!'

When my daughter brought an invitation to a party home from school, she wanted to know what it said so I read it aloud in my phonetic swedish. As I fumbled along pronouncing things the best I could, she quickly proclaimed 'You do not speak Swedish and I have no idea what you are saying, I am bringing this to dad to read!' If your 5 year old says your pronunciation is unintelligible, the grocery clerk will likely think the same.

Coming back from our winter pappaledig trip in Florida required a long settling in period. We had the fun of returning to snow, being the only people out still enjoying snow ball fights in mid February. We came back to the insulating quiet of Swedish winter when people do not feel overly social. But mostly, it has been a period of reckoning for me.

We moved to Sweden in July 2008 after a long and intense stressful time, which required we just unwind and settle in when we arrived. It was fine to not know anyone or feel like doing anything. I was pregnant, in a new country, and burned out from our life in the USA. I began Swedish classes, only to back out 2 months into it, when I realized simply getting used to a new country was plenty without trying to master the language right off.

I recently described moving to a new country as living in a new font. Things are the same, yet everything is just a little .....off. It is really something to be where you can not read a single street sign, understand the ingredients in the products you buy, or calculate and understand what something costs. I think in dollars and pounds, not kronors per kilo. And what products are sold here that I am used to, what can I replace with a Swedish option, what should I just live with out, what new delight can I incorporate, and what does my momma need to spend too much money to send me?

After living here a year, I am astonished by how accustomed I am to not knowing what the hell is going on ever. Sure, I understnad things alot more, and can shop now, but so often I do not know what things mean. I am just used to it. But I still snicker and anglisize funny words like Snogleholm.

I am a good outsider though. It helps to have been a home birth midwife in the USA. I had to be an authoritative and tough skinned outsider interacting with the medical system, functioning on my own but along side a system that thought what I was doing - helping people have babies at home- was nuts. Being a midwife gave me a tough skin, I am used to being different and confidently doing my own thing. Knowing it is okay to do it my way, even if most others do it a different way, or outwardly balk at my way. Live and let live....what others think of me is none of my business, as Louise Hays would say. So put that in your Snogleholm, Sweden.

Yes, Sweden is a western country, and many things are similiar, but I do not think a Swede can really grasp the amount of energy required to settle here after coming from the USA. Americans are not used to having any other culture around them....they can drive for miles and days and the politics, street signs, stores, and workings of everyday life are the same. Europeans are used to being immersed in new places, each village is a bit different, and it is not long to travel before you are in a place with a new language and street signs. They have never lived under the illusion their country is the center of the universe, and there is only one way to do things. Americans, no matter how worldly, come from a place that is very large, and very uniform.

When we first arrived, I would not order a coffee by myself, answer the phone, talk to a teacher or neighbor, get gas, or do many basic things by myself. I simply did not know how anything worked. It was very disempowering, but, at first, when I moved , there was huge facade all around me that was just .....different....yes, still gas stations, banks, libraries, and coffee shops, but at any turn there were assumptions and words and interactions expected I did not understand. The first time I was by myself in the city I was going to get money out and go to the cafe, have a snack, and wait for my husband. I went to the ATM, and could not get money out as I did not know which buttons to push, as it was in Swedish with no englsih option. If you are living in Florida and are annoyed everytime the ATM asks if you would like English or Spanish, have some compassion! I ended up stepping away, pretending to fumble around my purse for a receipt, and spyed on the person who was in line after me to see what buttons they pushed. It turns out KLAR, which sounds like CLEAR, which would end a transaction, is the enter button. Another time, I went to the bathroom in a gas station and everyone was looking at me whenI walked out,....what was my fly down, toilet paper hanging off my foot? No apparently, instead of turning on the light, I had pushed the emergency 'I have fallen and can not get up button' (they do not have that in USA!) when I went in the bathroom and everyone was staring to see what my crisis was.

When you first arrive, you never know what you do not know, and every interaction is a chance for something weird and stressful to go on. I coped by insulating myself as much as possible, staying home, and having my SwedeHusband handle the household business. Then the baby came, and I was wrapped up in the care of a newborn, then summer and exploring Sweden, then planning a three month trip back in the USA, then the trip, and NOW. We came home. To Sweden. And here I am.

So it has been two months since we came back and Spring has sprung. Life is full of tiny shoots of potential. I look in my garden, where I have planted seeds and think it is such an act of faith to grow things from seed. I was sure those carrot seeds were bunk, but they are just long germinators, and now 21 days later there are feathery shoots of green poking out of the soil. My life here is like my garden, so many old dead branches recently trimmed and cleared, so many sprouts, and I wonder which will live and thrive and which will die. All those close packed Tuscan kale seeds in my garden can not possibly come to full size, and if you saw the huge number of beech seedlings on the road side fighting for their chance to be trees, you'd hate to be the one to break them the news......And so it is with my life, so many options, and no certainty of what will still be growing next season.

A few things for sure, it is simply time for me to learn Swedish. And make some decent friends, and figure out my working options.

When I left the USA, I made a quick prayer, please god send me just one friend for when I get back. And so I think I found this friend, and she turns out to be an american linguist bent on helping me with my Swedish of all things! The story of how we met touches on another shoot, my birth-y working life. So with in two weeks of returning to Sweden, one single experience got to cover my three main bases.....friend, language, midwifery.

When we got back from USA, I was immediately asked to be a doula for an american woman who has the same name as me, from Florida even. I have not doula-ed in Sweden, but this woman had wanted a home birth and had tried to contact me earlier in her pregnancy to see if I could do it. I have no midwife license in Sweden, and Sweden has said they will not grant me one, so we never met as it was not an option. This pregnant woman was not impressed with the experience level of the Swedish home birth midwives, so hired a doula to be with her children and planned a hospital birth. Her doula unexpectedly had to move near her due date, so they asked me to be the replacement doula. We met and it was a great fit. Two weeks later I answered the birth call and went to her home, only to find her in the middle of booming labor, with no time to get her to the car, but just enough time to help her husband wake the children, gather some towels, and catch their new baby daughter in their dining room. A two hour labor start to finish, and a sweet, wonderful and welcome surprise home birth!

And so several magical things happened at once in this birth- she got her much wished for homebirth, I found myself playing midwife in Sweden, and we became friends. I attended the births of all of SwedeGirls friends in the USA, and it has long been my joke I do not know how to make friends except by delivering someone's baby, and so....here it was, the one friend I had hoped for. And she is a linguist, and part of her gratitude for me helping her with her great birth has been to heap language materials on me. Yes, it is time. I have to learn more than Bort, bort, bort bort now. And I also have someone, an american, ECing, baby wearing, home birthing (with me!), stay at home mom to go to the park with as well now...

The excitement of the birth got me considering my options, I had acted as a midwife in Sweden ,and it was so right!!! This woman got what she wanted, it was wonderful for my skills to be of use to someone, someone here in Sweden! I called the Swedish licesning authority once again about becoming a midwife here. I have a 4 year university degree and a 3 year midwifery degree, and ten years experience working and running my own clinic. Almost 500 births. Sweden says if I have no nursing degree, and a non EU license, I would have to go to nursing school to get a Swedish license. They did not even want to send me the application! I called the university midwifery department to see if they had any ideas, they echoed the same thing.

I looked into becoming a doula (though I hated doula work- going to births and not being in charge of the medical decisions- when I was in the USA), teaching childbirth education (where to find enough people to make it worth the time and money, I hate doing self promotion), teaching water prenatal classes (lots of effort for little money), or baby swim instructor. Perhaps a degree in public health and promoting Mother Friendly Childbirth Initiative in Europe?

On the plane home from USA we sat next to a Danish family coming back from a beach vacation in Mexico. The dad worked in HR in a Copenhagen hospital. I told him about my inability to work in Sweden, and he suggested I apply in Denmark, reassuring me they have a good language program for foreigners and a critical need for midwives. Denmark trains midwives directly and not via nursing, so they are more likely to recognize my education. Copenhagen is only an hour away, and if I work three years in Denmark, Sweden would honor the Danish license and grant me a Swedish one under EU treaties.

So I have the things I need here to apply for a Danish midwifery license.

And a pile of media to help me learn Swedish.

And a mom friend to get out with.

I am no longer phazed by ATMs, gas pumps, and coffee clerks. I can function here, even if I do not know what my child says to her friends or cousin.

I do not know where I am going but here I am.

Which of these shoots will sprout?

Spring has just begun.

I wonder what will come into bloom.

Swedish Summer is Made of :
Fairy Tales

After all the busy activities of the summer, we are spending some time at home. The SwedeGirl has been asking for stories, so I have been playing with the story links on the margin of this blog. Below is a lovely one I found that she really liked.

Telling stories with meaning, and no pictures, is a great activity for preschoolers. Story telling can continue to be great into the teen years. It is important to tell children stories, and not just read them books. Old stories are often more rich in meaning than the children's books we are surrounded by. The story links in the side bar have so many great stories to explore and get to know. Children often like to hear the same story over and over again. Find a favorite and memorize it. If you tell lots of stories, you and your child will both get good at making up your own. Make sure the story is age appropriate. To start with the very youngest baby, do knee bounces, fingerplays, and tickle games. As they get older, nursery rhymes and repetition stories like 'Goldilocks and The Three Bears', 'The Gingerbread Man', and 'The Old Woman who lived in a Shoe' are nice selections to start with for story telling. This link has some good beginner rhymes.


LITTLE ANNIE'S DREAM;OR,
THE FAIRY FLOWER.
By Lousia May Alcott
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/163/163-h/163-h.htm#fairy

In a large and pleasant garden sat little Annie all alone, and she seemed very sad, for drops that were not dew fell fast upon the flowers beside her, who looked wonderingly up, and bent still nearer, as if they longed to cheer and comfort her. The warm wind lifted up her shining hair and softly kissed her cheek, while the sunbeams, looking most kindly in her face, made little rainbows in her tears, and lingered lovingly about her. But Annie paid no heed to sun, or wind, or flower; still the bright tears fell, and she forgot all but her sorrow.

"Little Annie, tell me why you weep," said a low voice in her ear; and, looking up, the child beheld a little figure standing on a vine-leaf at her side; a lovely face smiled on her, from amid bright locks of hair, and shining wings were folded on a white and glittering robe, that fluttered in the wind.

"Who are you, lovely little thing?" cried Annie, smiling through her tears.

"I am a Fairy, little child, and am come to help and comfort you; now tell me why you weep, and let me be your friend," replied the spirit, as she smiled more kindly still on Annie's wondering face.

"And are you really, then, a little Elf, such as I read of in my fairy books? Do you ride on butterflies, sleep in flower-cups, and live among the clouds?"

"Yes, all these things I do, and many stranger still, that all your fairy books can never tell; but now, dear Annie," said the Fairy, bending nearer, "tell me why I found no sunshine on your face; why are these great drops shining on the flowers, and why do you sit alone when BIRD and BEE are calling you to play?"

"Ah, you will not love me any more if I should tell you all," said Annie, while the tears began to fall again; "I am not happy, for I am not good; how shall I learn to be a patient, gentle child? good little Fairy, will you teach me how?"

"Gladly will I aid you, Annie, and if you truly wish to be a happy child, you first must learn to conquer many passions that you cherish now, and make your heart a home for gentle feelings and happy thoughts; the task is hard, but I will give this fairy flower to help and counsel you. Bend hither, that I may place it in your breast; no hand can take it hence, till I unsay the spell that holds it there."

As thus she spoke, the Elf took from her bosom a graceful flower, whose snow-white leaves shone with a strange, soft light. "This is a fairy flower," said the Elf, "invisible to every eye save yours; now listen while I tell its power, Annie. When your heart is filled with loving thoughts, when some kindly deed has been done, some duty well performed, then from the flower there will arise the sweetest, softest fragrance, to reward and gladden you. But when an unkind word is on your lips, when a selfish, angry feeling rises in your heart, or an unkind, cruel deed is to be done, then will you hear the soft, low chime of the flower-bell; listen to its warning, let the word remain unspoken, the deed undone, and in the quiet joy of your own heart, and the magic perfume of your bosom flower, you will find a sweet reward."

"O kind and generous Fairy, how can I ever thank you for this lovely gift!" cried Annie. "I will be true, and listen to my little bell whenever it may ring. But shall I never see YOU more? Ah! if you would only stay with me, I should indeed be good."

"I cannot stay now, little Annie," said the Elf, "but when another Spring comes round, I shall be here again, to see how well the fairy gift has done its work. And now farewell, dear child; be faithful to yourself, and the magic flower will never fade."

Then the gentle Fairy folded her little arms around Annie's neck, laid a soft kiss on her cheek, and, spreading wide her shining wings, flew singing up among the white clouds floating in the sky.
And little Annie sat among her flowers, and watched with wondering joy the fairy blossom shining on her breast.

The pleasant days of Spring and Summer passed away, and in little Annie's garden Autumn flowers were blooming everywhere, with each day's sun and dew growing still more beautiful and bright; but the fairy flower, that should have been the loveliest of all, hung pale and drooping on little Annie's bosom; its fragrance seemed quite gone, and the clear, low music of its warning chime rang often in her ear.

When first the Fairy placed it there, she had been pleased with her new gift, and for a while obeyed the fairy bell, and often tried to win some fragrance from the flower, by kind and pleasant words and actions; then, as the Fairy said, she found a sweet reward in the strange, soft perfume of the magic blossom, as it shone upon her breast; but selfish thoughts would come to tempt her, she would yield, and unkind words fell from her lips; and then the flower drooped pale and scentless, the fairy bell rang mournfully, Annie would forget her better resolutions, and be again a selfish, wilful little child.

At last she tried no longer, but grew angry with the faithful flower, and would have torn it from her breast; but the fairy spell still held it fast, and all her angry words but made it ring a louder, sadder peal. Then she paid no heed to the silvery music sounding in her ear, and each day grew still more unhappy, discontented, and unkind; so, when the Autumn days came round, she was no better for the gentle Fairy's gift, and longed for Spring, that it might be returned; for now the constant echo of the mournful music made her very sad.

One sunny morning, when the fresh, cool Winds were blowing, and not a cloud was in the sky, little Annie walked among her flowers, looking carefully into each, hoping thus to find the Fairy, who alone could take the magic blossom from her breast. But she lifted up their drooping leaves, peeped into their dewy cups in vain; no little Elf lay hidden there, and she turned sadly from them all, saying, "I will go out into the fields and woods, and seek her there. I will not listen to this tiresome music more, nor wear this withered flower longer." So out into the fields she went, where the long grass rustled as she passed, and timid birds looked at her from their nests; where lovely wild-flowers nodded in the wind, and opened wide their fragrant leaves, to welcome in the murmuring bees, while butterflies, like winged flowers, danced and glittered in the sun.
Little Annie looked, searched, and asked them all if any one could tell her of the Fairy whom she sought; but the birds looked wonderingly at her with their soft, bright eyes, and still sang on; the flowers nodded wisely on their stems, but did not speak, while butterfly and bee buzzed and fluttered away, one far too busy, the other too idle, to stay and tell her what she asked.
Then she went through broad fields of yellow grain, that waved around her like a golden forest; here crickets chirped, grasshoppers leaped, and busy ants worked, but they could not tell her what she longed to know.

"Now will I go among the hills," said Annie, "she may be there." So up and down the green hill-sides went her little feet; long she searched and vainly she called; but still no Fairy came. Then by the river-side she went, and asked the gay dragon-flies, and the cool white lilies, if the Fairy had been there; but the blue waves rippled on the white sand at her feet, and no voice answered her.

Then into the forest little Annie went; and as she passed along the dim, cool paths, the wood-flowers smiled up in her face, gay squirrels peeped at her, as they swung amid the vines, and doves cooed softly as she wandered by; but none could answer her. So, weary with her long and useless search, she sat amid the ferns, and feasted on the rosy strawberries that grew beside her, watching meanwhile the crimson evening clouds that glowed around the setting sun.
The night-wind rustled through the boughs, rocking the flowers to sleep; the wild birds sang their evening hymns, and all within the wood grew calm and still; paler and paler grew the purple light, lower and lower drooped little Annie's head, the tall ferns bent to shield her from the dew, the whispering pines sang a soft lullaby; and when the Autumn moon rose up, her silver light shone on the child, where, pillowed on green moss, she lay asleep amid the wood-flowers in the dim old forest.

And all night long beside her stood the Fairy she had sought, and by elfin spell and charm sent to the sleeping child this dream.

Little Annie dreamed she sat in her own garden, as she had often sat before, with angry feelings in her heart, and unkind words upon her lips. The magic flower was ringing its soft warning, but she paid no heed to anything, save her own troubled thoughts; thus she sat, when suddenly a low voice whispered in her ear,—

"Little Annie, look and see the evil things that you are cherishing; I will clothe in fitting shapes the thoughts and feelings that now dwell within your heart, and you shall see how great their power becomes, unless you banish them for ever."

Then Annie saw, with fear and wonder, that the angry words she uttered changed to dark, unlovely forms, each showing plainly from what fault or passion it had sprung. Some of the shapes had scowling faces and bright, fiery eyes; these were the spirits of Anger. Others, with sullen, anxious looks, seemed gathering up all they could reach, and Annie saw that the more they gained, the less they seemed to have; and these she knew were shapes of Selfishness. Spirits of Pride were there, who folded their shadowy garments round them, and turned scornfully away from all the rest. These and many others little Annie saw, which had come from her own heart, and taken form before her eyes.

When first she saw them, they were small and weak; but as she looked they seemed to grow and gather strength, and each gained a strange power over her. She could not drive them from her sight, and they grew ever stronger, darker, and more unlovely to her eyes. They seemed to cast black shadows over all around, to dim the sunshine, blight the flowers, and drive away all bright and lovely things; while rising slowly round her Annie saw a high, dark wall, that seemed to shut out everything she loved; she dared not move, or speak, but, with a strange fear at her heart, sat watching the dim shapes that hovered round her.

Higher and higher rose the shadowy wall, slowly the flowers near her died, lingeringly the sunlight faded; but at last they both were gone, and left her all alone behind the gloomy wall. Then the spirits gathered round her, whispering strange things in her ear, bidding her obey, for by her own will she had yielded up her heart to be their home, and she was now their slave. Then she could hear no more, but, sinking down among the withered flowers, wept sad and bitter tears, for her lost liberty and joy; then through the gloom there shone a faint, soft light, and on her breast she saw her fairy flower, upon whose snow-white leaves her tears lay shining.
Clearer and brighter grew the radiant light, till the evil spirits turned away to the dark shadow of the wall, and left the child alone.

The light and perfume of the flower seemed to bring new strength to Annie, and she rose up, saying, as she bent to kiss the blossom on her breast, "Dear flower, help and guide me now, and I will listen to your voice, and cheerfully obey my faithful fairy bell."

Then in her dream she felt how hard the spirits tried to tempt and trouble her, and how, but for her flower, they would have led her back, and made all dark and dreary as before. Long and hard she struggled, and tears often fell; but after each new trial, brighter shone her magic flower, and sweeter grew its breath, while the spirits lost still more their power to tempt her. Meanwhile, green, flowering vines crept up the high, dark wall, and hid its roughness from her sight; and over these she watched most tenderly, for soon, wherever green leaves and flowers bloomed, the wall beneath grew weak, and fell apart. Thus little Annie worked and hoped, till one by one the evil spirits fled away, and in their place came shining forms, with gentle eyes and smiling lips, who gathered round her with such loving words, and brought such strength and joy to Annie's heart, that nothing evil dared to enter in; while slowly sank the gloomy wall, and, over wreaths of fragrant flowers, she passed out into the pleasant world again, the fairy gift no longer pale and drooping, but now shining like a star upon her breast.

Then the low voice spoke again in Annie's sleeping ear, saying, "The dark, unlovely passions you have looked upon are in your heart; watch well while they are few and weak, lest they should darken your whole life, and shut out love and happiness for ever. Remember well the lesson of the dream, dear child, and let the shining spirits make your heart their home."

And with that voice sounding in her ear, little Annie woke to find it was a dream; but like other dreams it did not pass away; and as she sat alone, bathed in the rosy morning light, and watched the forest waken into life, she thought of the strange forms she had seen, and, looking down upon the flower on her breast, she silently resolved to strive, as she had striven in her dream, to bring back light and beauty to its faded leaves, by being what the Fairy hoped to render her, a patient, gentle little child. And as the thought came to her mind, the flower raised its drooping head, and, looking up into the earnest little face bent over it, seemed by its fragrant breath to answer Annie's silent thought, and strengthen her for what might come.

Meanwhile the forest was astir, birds sang their gay good-morrows from tree to tree, while leaf and flower turned to greet the sun, who rose up smiling on the world; and so beneath the forest boughs and through the dewy fields went little Annie home, better and wiser for her dream.
Autumn flowers were dead and gone, yellow leaves lay rustling on the ground, bleak winds went whistling through the naked trees, and cold, white Winter snow fell softly down; yet now, when all without looked dark and dreary, on little Annie's breast the fairy flower bloomed more beautiful than ever. The memory of her forest dream had never passed away, and through trial and temptation she had been true, and kept her resolution still unbroken; seldom now did the warning bell sound in her ear, and seldom did the flower's fragrance cease to float about her, or the fairy light to brighten all whereon it fell.

So, through the long, cold Winter, little Annie dwelt like a sunbeam in her home, each day growing richer in the love of others, and happier in herself; often was she tempted, but, remembering her dream, she listened only to the music of the fairy bell, and the unkind thought or feeling fled away, the smiling spirits of gentleness and love nestled in her heart, and all was bright again.

So better and happier grew the child, fairer and sweeter grew the flower, till Spring came smiling over the earth, and woke the flowers, set free the streams, and welcomed back the birds; then daily did the happy child sit among her flowers, longing for the gentle Elf to come again, that she might tell her gratitude for all the magic gift had done.

At length, one day, as she sat singing in the sunny nook where all her fairest flowers bloomed, weary with gazing at the far-off sky for the little form she hoped would come, she bent to look with joyful love upon her bosom flower; and as she looked, its folded leaves spread wide apart, and, rising slowly from the deep white cup, appeared the smiling face of the lovely Elf whose coming she had waited for so long.

"Dear Annie, look for me no longer; I am here on your own breast, for you have learned to love my gift, and it has done its work most faithfully and well," the Fairy said, as she looked into the happy child's bright face, and laid her little arms most tenderly about her neck.

"And now have I brought another gift from Fairy-Land, as a fit reward for you, dear child," she said, when Annie had told all her gratitude and love; then, touching the child with her shining wand, the Fairy bid her look and listen silently.

And suddenly the world seemed changed to Annie; for the air was filled with strange, sweet sounds, and all around her floated lovely forms. In every flower sat little smiling Elves, singing gayly as they rocked amid the leaves. On every breeze, bright, airy spirits came floating by; some fanned her cheek with their cool breath, and waved her long hair to and fro, while others rang the flower-bells, and made a pleasant rustling among the leaves. In the fountain, where the water danced and sparkled in the sun, astride of every drop she saw merry little spirits, who plashed and floated in the clear, cool waves, and sang as gayly as the flowers, on whom they scattered glittering dew. The tall trees, as their branches rustled in the wind, sang a low, dreamy song, while the waving grass was filled with little voices she had never heard before. Butterflies whispered lovely tales in her ear, and birds sang cheerful songs in a sweet language she had never understood before. Earth and air seemed filled with beauty and with music she had never dreamed of until now.

"O tell me what it means, dear Fairy! is it another and a lovelier dream, or is the earth in truth so beautiful as this?" she cried, looking with wondering joy upon the Elf, who lay upon the flower in her breast.

"Yes, it is true, dear child," replied the Fairy, "and few are the mortals to whom we give this lovely gift; what to you is now so full of music and of light, to others is but a pleasant summer world; they never know the language of butterfly or bird or flower, and they are blind to all that I have given you the power to see. These fair things are your friends and playmates now, and they will teach you many pleasant lessons, and give you many happy hours; while the garden where you once sat, weeping sad and bitter tears, is now brightened by your own happiness, filled with loving friends by your own kindly thoughts and feelings; and thus rendered a pleasant summer home for the gentle, happy child, whose bosom flower will never fade. And now, dear Annie, I must go; but every Springtime, with the earliest flowers, will I come again to visit you, and bring some fairy gift. Guard well the magic flower, that I may find all fair and bright when next I come."

Then, with a kind farewell, the gentle Fairy floated upward through the sunny air, smiling down upon the child, until she vanished in the soft, white clouds, and little Annie stood alone in her enchanted garden, where all was brightened with the radiant light, and fragrant with the perfume of her fairy flower.