The cool summer air is intoxicating this first day of summer. The garden is busy with new blooms, ladybugs and the sweet subtle scent of lavender wafts sweetly on the breeze. Long tendril branches of the old grandma weeping willow entice the romantic in me. I weave some of her vines together and make a festive necklace adorned with honeysuckle, yarrow and salvia. It is the type of moment where fairy tales become reality. Fairies appear to be dancing in the garden amongst the Columbine and I can’t help but fall deliciously in love with the beauty surrounding me. I feel like a Goddess and I am eternally enchanted. Luckily for me, the Green Man is real in my world and he awaits my return to the abode for morning vanilla lattes and Southern blues.