The fairies come. All of types. The sprites, the nymphs.
Some dance like ballerinas through the moss on toe shoes pink with ribbons tied.
Others are so tiny they look like fireflies in the early morning light. They are pink and blue.
There are Jovial ones who as the come, with needle in hand, care for the flowers, stitching petals that are torn or shabby.
ones who built this Learning Cooperative.
And, the other fairies come to share their knowledge of the elements: the woods and the air, the water and the spirit.
This Cooperative is open to all. Sometimes you many learn. Sometimes you may teach. But it is a Cooperative. And, there, the bell rings again in the woods. There, by my right shoulder the fairy flies so close. She is in a hurry, she says.
Here is the school.