Faery Gardner’s Faery Tree: West Asheville
Faery Gardner moved to the Riverview neighborhood, nearby my home, in the summer of 2006. As soon as we saw the backyard, we knew we had a faery tree in our magical universe. It had that telling faery hole, where you enter the worlds of middle earth. And it was clearly emanating some strange light and energy that fascinated children and adults.
Faery Gardner, true to her name, decided we should have a garden behind the faery tree and that it should be made in the shape of a circle. We had all kinds of gardens in addition to the main bed, we had faery greens, faery beans, faery squash, faery tomatoes, and an abundance of faery flowers. For some reason the corn did not survive well in this Appalachian soil and it was hard to grow broccoli.
Beginning with the first garden, the faery tree was honored and decorated by children, who liked to make little houses and dwellings within its branches and light it up with candles and glitter. There has been ritual performed there, and gifts and food left for the faeries. There have been daytime festivities and evening get togethers. We’ve caressed the faery tree, hung on its branches, and blown all kinds of smoke into the leaves. We’ve gotten drunk under the faery tree, sung songs, and even cried. The faery tree has held the tribe throughout these two years and blessed the garden, and our food.
Now it’s time to say goodbye to the faery tree. Faery Gardner has moved outside of the city to the hinterlands and is looking for a new faery tree on the land. But before she heads out to the country, I have one last wish for the faery tree.
I wish with all of my heart that all of the trees here, including the trees in the back behind the fence will continue to stand, and not be ripped down by those evil developers who want to build luxury condos there. You see, Faery Gardner’s faery tree sits on the ridge just above the dog park and some evil developers want to rip every single tree on that ridge down. So, before I leave the faery tree to the next occupant of this magical abode, I pray that this one tree — along with the tribe’s collective energy– will create enough magic to save all the rest. Maybe the developers will just go broke like the stock market and disappear from Asheville. Maybe they will end up back in South Florida, where they probably came from, so a hurricane can take them under. Whatever their reasons for ripping down all the trees on the ridge, they’re not good enough for me. Long live the faeries.
— Elizabeth Kirwin