A few minutes ago I wanted to update my Facebook status with something little about May. So I wrote down the first thing, then the second and soon I realized that I could go on endlessly about May. How could I write only a sentence about May?  And not only that, I am getting back to May after a year when I wrote about cherries and I can see even more magic in it now.

Every now and then throughout my life I stumble upon fairies! As a child I was fascinated when my grandparents told me about fairies living under the walking-fern. My grandmother who had all kinds of herbs in her garden told me that there are always fairies in thyme because they can’t resist its scent and I even got my MA for writing (partially) about fairies.

Fairies have an important role in Slavic culture. Old Slavs describe several types of fairies living in the wood, water, air or even close to people’s homes.

Well, and May is somehow the most magical month in the year, the time when anyone can find fairy somewhere, the time when people are closer to nature and more willing to believe the fairies could possibly be out there. The herbs like lavender and thyme are in bloom, the fragile cherry blossoms turn into tempting cherries that make you climb the trees no matter how old you are. The warm evenings are filled with the scent of lilacs and the buzzing sound of cockchafer wings as they fly around (and you suddenly find yourself brave enough to catch them and hold them in your hands for a while to feel their funny ticklish little legs). You can burn first fires and as the fire dies, you can spot fireflies in the woods…and night sky filled with the bright stars makes you want to stay out there all night long.

“The world’s favorite season is the spring.

All things seem possible in May.”

Edwin Way Teale

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