Please bare with me as my guy did today. I kept telling him he was living in a fairy tale. Heck, his ancestors are Irish, so he should believe in fairies and tales the way I do. Right? Maybe.
Our hike began with a climb up the stairs to the fortified building above where we intended to retreat for the day. Certainly we wouldn’t have to worry about any invasions from such a stance.
Almost instantly, we were greeted by a court jester hovering in the hallway. Do you see him? My guy certainly did and I ensured him that there would be no sting from the jokes of this little flying one.
The jester added one command at the end of his greeting–bring a bouquet to the queen. And so we looked about. St. Johnswort with all its yellowy rays would add a note of sunshine to her day and we knew it was meant to be given since the sweat bee who pollinated the flowers wore metallic green gems. There’s another hiding in this part of the bouquet. Do you see him?
The bee flew off, its pollen sacs full, but the other who hid among the petals remained. We picked the flowers anyway because bouquets that come from the field always have hitchhikers who enhance the scene.
No bouquet is complete, just as no room is complete, without a dash of red, this time provided by the fruits of a Mountain Ash tree.
A dash of green in the form of Smooth Solomon’s Seal’s fruit finished off the arrangement and we were sure the good queen would appreciate our efforts to bring a gift.
Continuing our upward climb, we suddenly spotted one of the inner chambers. He passed by.
I paused and looked upward at the spiral staircase that climbed into the turret. It was full of old tapestries and even a few cobwebs.
The staircase led us to a side window upon the kingdom’s view.
I think my guy secretly coveted the vista owned by the royal family, but he kept his envy to himself because after all, we wanted to be considerate guests.
At last, after many flights of steps, we reached a view of the castle’s entryway.
In the Hall of Statues, generations upon generations of aristocracy were represented in stone.
Each family showed off their stalwart idiosyncrasies.
At last we reached the dining hall. It was there we sat to eat the Croque Monsieur Ham and Cheese Sandwiches offered to us.
Once finished with a tasty repast, King Red-breasted Nuthatch greeted us and encouraged my guy to again look outward at the empire beyond.
To which my guy did, keeping his envy under his baseball hat.
The view included Mount Washington in the distance, with snow still on its ravines and buildings slightly highlighted at its summit.
King Nuthatch then looked down for he knew his love was by our feet.
And so Queen Fritillary was, her eyes also focused on the kingdom beyond.
As we hiked down we noticed that the good queen stored her slippers everywhere. You never know when you might need a pair of moccasins.
At last we crossed the drawbridge over the moat and bid farewell to our royal hosts.
As we exited Castle Rock on this Mondate, Princess Banded Hairstreak, with her colors all browns and oranges and blues, bid us adieu. We said the same and gave great thanks for today’s royal treatment.
Does my guy believe he was living the fairy tale after all? Maybe.