Summerland

She loves her family... her husband, her children, her pups and kitty. She loves the color purple. She loves the Goddess, all her special potions in their fancy bottles and jars. All her spices and herbs, sorted so neatly, labeled and placed just so. Her candles in their holders placed in their places around her alter. She gets angry when anyone litters. "We must all respect Mother Earth, she takes care of us, we need to take care of her." She likes everyone she meets, until they give her a reason not to. She showed me where the fairies live. She taught me to believe in them, lest they die. From Mother Earth we came, thus to Mother Earth we must return. She returned. She went to the Summerlands. She walks on grass so cool and green, butterflies and fairies flitting about, fragrant, sweet purple flowers so thick, you can't help but step on them, but when she turns around to look, she sees they are unhurt, it's as if noone had passed by at all... of course there are purple flowers... she loves purple.