How do you say I MISS YOU in gelfling?

This is the second installment of A Fairytale of Two Gelflings- Fall 2007 edition. (1st edition, Fall 2006).

This story begins far away in the Land of Enchantment. Esnow Materhead grows restless on his farm in the Land of Enchantment. While Materhead finds contentment among weeds, organic lettuce, redrock mesas, the Rio, and like-minded farmers, he yearns for the familiar faces and woods in the ridge and valley of good ol' Virginny. While giving chicken kisses on his farm, he dreams of trading them for gelfling kisses.

Materhead, like many, has a strong sense of place attachment that binds him to the Blue Ridge. It is difficult for him, like many gelflings, to put into words but we all know what it is and how it feels to be connected to the Blue Ridge and the gelflings there. It is binding and defining. The Blue Ridge is a magnet for good-natured, passionate gelflings of all size, style, color, and soul. Many gelflings in the Blue Ridge sadly move away but the gelfling sense of place must be nourished. All the special gelflings return for magical reunions from time to time.

Materhead and Oljato Summer Savory shared a magical reunion, experiencing blissful moments living and loving freely, capturing what it is to be connected to the Blue Ridge outdoors and eachother.

Together, the two happy gelflings made numerous sojourns to the wilderness.


The two happy gelflings wondered if the earth was truly underfoot or were they bouncing like a helium balloon attached only by a thin lil thread?


Summer Savory was getting hit harder and harder with all his smiles. Everytime she got closer to those smiles, they made her weak.


Dreaming. Him seeing her the way she is seeing him in her dreams. Building sandcastles in the sky. Napping on tall warm season grasses. Waking her with his kiss. Remembering the way they move. Crazy. Gentle. Tender.


Imperfect but honest. Simple and effortless. Unexpected.


Dreaming. Nothin but I love you everyday, every night.


Thoughts of Materhead are tattooed on Summer Savory's mind. All she sees is his face. All she needs is his touch. Summer Savory can only imagine how many times she crosses Materhead's gelfling mind. Neither gelfling knows if there will be another magical reunion before another twelve cycles of the moon.