The seasons pass in Deep Dark Forest From golden leaves to winter’s snow. Though all seems still ‘neath winter’s cloak and meadow’s grass is lying fallow. Fenella keeps a loving vigil o’er her meadow and Forest Friends. She waits for Spring to reawaken the sleeping flora as life ascends. Earth’s patient rhythm and healing magic will bring the valley to life once more. There’ll come a morning the sun will rise more beautiful than ever before.
"It Was A Morning" The story of Fenella, the Nymph of the Meadow. Poem and illustrations by Norm Nanstiel