In some sunlit glens and meadows within the enchanted forest, many plants are grown in profusion. Fairies love tending them. Sprites gather nectar from them by moonlight and pixies hide within their protective greenery.

Because the plants are tended by magickal hands, herbs and flora of all sorts may be grown without regard for their usual climatic limitations. The only thing that will diminish their beauty is the coming fall...even the most magickal being cannot hold off the natural process of dying and rebirth. These flowers will dim by the end of summer; they'll freeze but the seeds from them will be replanted again.  


  


Can you name the flowers in this picture? Can you imagine large meadows of them growing on the Shire's open fields? Imagine the sprites flitting among them on a spring evening.