J’s garden in a magical and mysterious place – a place where myth and legend and reality meld together; where beautiful virgin maidens peep shyly from behind trees and share their world with mighty, sulfur-belching dragons!
The beautiful virgins used to hang about just outside of our garden in the village graveyard, but the peace and tranquility they enjoyed there was disrupted by landscaping ‘improvements’. Imagine my delight today, to find a whole bunch of them had upped roots and settled in an ‘unimproved’ area of our plot. They join a ever-growing community of refugees from persecution by the dark forces of ‘Progress’!
Not far away, across the garden, can be found a nest of dragons in their lair – we generally peer at them from distance as the stench of their breath is best likened to that which accompanies the putrid smell of a rotting carcass in the hot sun! That said, they are the most stunningly beautiful creatures to behold with the sun light glinting in shades of green and purple and black off their leathery hides. Their only victims seem to be flies attracted by the offer of a free lunch!
Today I was able to capture a picture of the virgins as they danced in the dappled light of our woodland glade. Then, with luck on my side and a following breeze, I crept up behind a family of dragons and captured these shots before being driven off.
Welcome to our fantasy corner in Okçular.
Alan Fenn, Fairyland ( Okçular Köyü)