Simi nibbled her last cookie and tried to ignore her parents shouting at each other in the family room. She wondered if she should try to clear the dinner table, but she was afraid to attract their wrath when she inevitably dropped something. She kicked her feet and nibbled and wished she were somewhere else.
Movement at the open kitchen door caught her attention. Simi cautiously climbed down from her chair and tip-toed to the door. A wizened person in a floppy straw hat waved at Simi with a gnarled hand. Long gray hair cascaded from under the hat, full of what looked like moss, oak leaves, and tiny twigs. A long gray-brown cloak concealed the short round figure but didn’t quite hide the most amazing pair of hairy feet Simi had ever seen on a person.
“Who are you?” Simi whispered. She bent down to peer under the brim and saw a round wrinkled face. Two bright blue eyes blinked at her. A wide mouth showed a set of sharp teeth that couldn’t possibly be anything but dentures. Simi knew about dentures. Horrible objects Grandpa kept in a glass by his bedside, gross.
“I’m Granny Wilding,” the woman said in a voice that made Simi think of water running over pebbles in a mountain stream. “Come on, Simi, I need your help.”
Simi looked back through the kitchen door. “My parents.”
Granny Wilding tossed her head and then clutched at her slipping hat. “They won’t be done for a while. We won’t go far. Oh, and bring your watering can.”
“My watering can!” Simi echoed in surprise, but ran to the garden table to fetch her green plastic watering jug, full of water from recent showers. She lugged it after Granny Wilding’s departing figure. A silent shadow swooped down from the holly tree. A moment later, a baby owl perched on Granny Wilding’s shoulder and swiveled its head to stare at Simi with yellow eyes.
Simi’s yard was big, and in the early evening sun, it seemed bigger than ever. She loved meandering its overgrown paths, spying deer and rabbits in the underbrush. Her parents used to wander with her, but a year ago, something bad had happened at her father’s job, and now all they seemed to do was yell at each other. Simi had tried to keep up with the weeding, but her ambition was bigger than her hands and her tools. Despite her efforts, her mother’s garden had gone to seed.
The tomato plants were a jungle of twisted vines and leaves. Herbs had gone wild. Simi knew enough about herbs to know that once peppermint got a footing, you’d be drinking peppermint tea for the next hundred years. In fact, all kinds of herbs were vying for supremacy, completely outside their neat borders. Little runners of oregano had sprouted in the unmown grass by the patio.
Eventually Simi had come to appreciate the overgrown garden. The birds and bugs found value in the mess, and that was surely a good thing. Rabbits were everywhere, of course, along with badgers and squirrels, busily digging in the dirt and nibbling at roots and leaves. Frogs seemed to enjoy lounging under the collards. Slugs partied every night. In fact, the slugs were the boldest of the garden creatures, as evidenced by the gossamer trails criss-crossing the kitchen’s wooden floor every morning.
“Come on, Simi,” Granny Wilding called back over her shoulder. “It’s time to fill the water cups for the Greenies.”
“What are Greenies?” Simi puffed. “I’ve never heard of Greenies.”
“They don’t come out very often, but when they do, they’ll be powerful thirsty. We need to fill up their cups so they keep blessing the wild garden.”
“Are they some kind of rabbit?”
“You’ll see.” Granny Wilding stopped under a tall spreading maple and pointed at a flat stone embedded in the dirt between the roots. “There, see that smoothed out place in the rock? That’s a watering cup for the Greenies. They look like ordinary flat stones, don’t they? But they hold a little bit of water, see? When you start looking, you’ll see them everywhere.”
Simi lugged the watering jug to the rock and poured water to fill the indentation. “Like that?”
Granny Wilding clapped her hands. “Just like that, good girl. Let’s find some more.”
“There, I see one!” Simi searched the area under the tree and found more flat stones to fill. Soon all the cups were brimming with water, shimmering in the last rays of the setting sun.
“Now, let’s sit over here on the stone wall and see if the Greenies will come out to drink.”
Simi sat next to Granny Wilding on the wall. Leaning toward the old woman, Simi smelled wild wheat, wet grass, holly berries, and cinnamon.
“There! Look!”
Simi strained her eyes in the mellowing light. At first, she couldn’t see anything but the maple leaves rippling in a wayward breath of wind. Then the air coalesced into tiny winged creatures that glowed like fireflies. “Fairies?” she gasped.
“Ssh, let them drink. If they want to, they might introduce themselves, but they’re very shy,”
“So pretty,” Simi breathed. She watched as the little figures hovered and dipped over the watering cups. They seemed to cast grateful glances in Simi’s direction, although it might have been a trick of the fading light.
There was no mistaking the moment a Greenie came close. Simi heard singing before she saw the details of the little fairy’s face. Sharp blue eyes and sharp teeth, like Granny Wilding. Simi had the sudden realization that Greenies could probably rip her throat out. Simi held her breath.
The Greenie bowed and touched Simi’s nose with one finger. Simi tasted the color green on her tongue. Then the Greenie was gone back to its clan. In a few moments, darkness descended on the garden. The glowing Greenies evaporated.
“That’s it, Simi,” Granny Wilding. “Well done. And now I must leave you. Until next year! Oh, tell your mother hello for me. Tell her Little Bit has grown into a beautiful deer and has a fawn of her own.”
“Wait, Granny Wilding, don’t go,” Simi said, but she could feel Granny Wilding was gone, leaving Simi alone in the dark wild garden.
“Simi! Simi! Where are you?”
Flashlights bobbed toward her. She felt her mother’s hands on her head.
“Are you hurt?” her father asked, bending down to shine a flashlight in her face.
“No, I was helping Granny Wilding water the Greenies,” Simi said.
After a long moment, Simi’s mother said, “Granny Wilding?”
“I thought she was a legend,” said her father. “How did you hear about Granny Wilding, Simi? Did your mother tell you the story?”
“I never told anyone but you, Sam,” Simi’s mother said in a shaky voice. “You laughed and said I must have been dreaming.”
“She’s real, Daddy,” Simi said. “Not a dream. Mommy, Granny Wilding said to tell you Little Bit is all grown up and has a baby of her own.”
“Oh, my goodness.” Simi’s mother began to cry.
Simi grabbed her hand and patted it in the dark. “Come on, you guys, it’s time for the Flintstones.”