SUMMER MORNING
The air around was trembling-bright
And full of dancing specks of light,
While butterflies were dancing too
Between the shining green and blue.
I might not watch, I might not stay,
I ran along the meadow way.
The straggling brambles caught my feet,
The clover field was, oh! so sweet;
I heard a singing in the sky,
And busy things went buzzing by;
And how it came I cannot tell,
But all the hedges sang as well.
Along the clover-field I ran
To where the little wood began,
And there I understood at last
Why I had come so far, so fast—
On every leaf of every tree
A fairy sat and smiled at me!
—Rose Fyleman
Gentle Ailbhe & Ardál are there in the trees, if you know where to look. They love to hide in the old maple and watch the children passing far below. Sometimes Ailbhe lets fall a small faerie token, a tiny band of gold or little silver charm. So if you hear the leaves rustling on a still afternoon, look up and you may just see them there, smiling down.
Ailbhe & Ardál are a bespoke piece.