Another special fairy encounter. Lots of love, light and hugs. &, Uma     Well, dear readers, I can now TOP that Fishy Story�?BR> Recently, Steve and I were making our usual Friday afternoon trek up the mountain. We remarked that the long-awaited monsoon rains had really made the wild grasses (okay, WEEDS) grow in our yard up there, and it was time for a good mowing and trimming. However, last fall, when our kids bought a home back in the Valley, we took pity on their "broke new homeowner" status and let them borrow our weed eater, blower, and step ladder (just until they could get back on their feet, of course). Well, nine months later, we’re still waiting. Steve said, "You know, I really DO have to get my weed eater back from those kids. I suppose I’ll have to buy them one, in order to accomplish that!" I laughed and agreed. We spent a lovely cool evening on our front porch, surveying the tall weeds rising up amongst the Ponderosa pines. On Saturday morning, Steve went for his usual quad ride through the forest, looking for deer and elk. He spends hours out there every weekend, communing with nature and spotting game. He parked the quad and hiked way back in the woods, keeping his eye out for "antler sheds" as well. Well, what did the Forest Fairies deliver this time? A weed eater. Yes, a new-looking, ELECTRIC weed eater, leaning up against a tree, in the middle of a remote forest!!!! What do you suppose the odds of THAT are? When I heard Steve ride into the yard, I saw that his lap was full of stuff sticking out all over. Not only had he found his gardener’s treasure, but he came across several antlers (which now adorn our neighbor’s cabin as handy hat racks). I don’t think I’ve ever seen Steve smile so wide! I laughed along with him and said, "Well, honey, you have to go back again to see if you’ll find a ladder, a blower and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow." We were skeptical that it would actually WORK, but when he plugged it in, it roared to life and cut a mean swatch through the grass. Steve proudly hung his new tool in the storage closet and we toasted with a glass of wine to our Benevolent Helpers. I guess The Forest Fairies love to deliver things that we haven’t built up "vibrational resistance" to. Our psyches aren’t protesting, "Well, I’m not WORTHY of a weed eater. I took a vow in a former life to never use weed eaters. If I get a weed eater, then there won’t be enough to go around. There’s a world shortage of weed eaters. Weed eaters are the root of all evil, yada, yada, yada�? Now, if those lovely little Devas would just plop a big, brand new garage and woodworking shop in my cabin yard, I would REALLY be happy!

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