I placed three miniature ceramic fairies within the circle where they remained for many years, until much of their coloring was etched away by the elements. All gardens, especially a fairy garden, should have moving water. It has been said, though my belief does not support the theory, that the urge to be around water is a basic human drive - something that stems from a supposed origin in the primeval ocean. You know, ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny - the belief that the early human embryo, resembling a tadpole, passes through evolutionary stages like a fish, and all the while being bathed and soothed in the perfect pH of amniotic water. I am not not an evolutionist, but I do love the water, whether the ocean or a small garden pond.
Water does have soothing and cleansing qualities for body and soul.
Well, in time, small trees matured into marvelous permissive climbing trees with close protective arms, gardenias grew in profusive defiance of their naturally expected growth, and a child-size fairy cottage was added for days of let's pretend. Fairy Garden was a Lilliputian Land, with its giant sunflowers reaching like Jack's bean-stalk into a sky of white marshmellow clouds. At the cottage's side stood a silver gazing ball, those lovely Victorian reflective creations that have once again gained human popularity. I like to call them fairy mirrors for the fae, indeed, require a looking glass for preening. Many strange and wonderful happenings occured in this garden.