The fairies laid nestled in the white flowers during the sun filled days of summer. The bees would bring them honey in small cups made from wax. They would sit, basking in the heat, fluttering their wings so they sparkled. They knew no one could see them except the very few who believed. They didn't dwell much on this. It made their work easier. As the sun set, they would rise from their flower beds and begin closing the flowers, one by one. Then they would gather together, drinking dandelion wine and waiting for the sun to rise again. Once the dew would gather on the buds, the fairies would take it and pour it into tiny buckets to bring home. They would use the dew to bathe, drink, feed any fairy or butterfly or bird in need. To the ordinary eye, they appeared that small, wispy insects flitted from branch to branch. Or perhaps a firefly when it was dark. But those who believed, they saw them clear as the morning. They never bothered them, knowing they were blessed to see real magic and it had to be respected. When it would get cold, those who could see would sometimes leave their attics open, so the fairies had a place to sleep that was warm. In return, the fairies would leave them small gifts of beeswax and flower crowns, in thanks for the unspoken trust between the sight and the fae.