If you live in a climate where Achillea millefolium grows, then you’re probably beginning to see her delicate blooms everywhere you look!
Meet the Yarrow Fairy:
Among the harebells and the grass,
The grass all feathery with seed,
I dream, and see the people pass:
They pay me little heed.
And yet the children (so I think)
In spite of other flowers more dear,
Would miss my clusters white and pink,
If I should disappear.
Buy the book containing this fairy and the other fairies of summer: