Fairy Dust of Magic   I sit here basking, under rays of sun, with grass interwoven between bare toes. The bumble bee, he buzzes, he’s on a mission, to a fragrant purple…a lilac…he knows. *** Humming birds flit, their wings all a flutter.  The nectar they crave, from this purple place. Orange  Monarchs, and  Swallow-tails of yellow,  land…