Mr Wasp and Mistress Faerie

Roses and marigolds whispered her name when she came into the garden. The lilacs were smitten; giggling like silly school girls. The bees were the only creatures who continued working. And Mr. Wasp. He did not have time for shenanigans or love. Mistress Faerie flitted in and out the shadows of the garden, spreading joy. Mirth poured forth from the azaleas and the dainty queen anne’s lace. She’s here! The ladybugs told the grasshoppers in an excited way. The grasshoppers already knew though; they had sensed her presence first. Mr. Wasp was feeling growly now. There was work to be done. He slipped inside a peach rose to hide from these festivities, and the celebrity. “Hello, Mr. Wasp,” Mistress Faerie said. She was already there, waiting for him. He did not know she was a wasp faerie! He decided to make time for her. What does the garden need the most? She asked him. “What can I do?” He could think of lots of things he would like for her to do, but none of them had anything to do with a garden. “Just be yourself,” he said. “That is enough. And it certainly was! They were married on Wednesday, tickling the lilacs.