The ant climbed purposefully up the stem until it reached the sweet smelling flower. Carefully, it dipped its antenna into the sticky nectar. Its expression was as close to a smile as an ant could get when it filled its belly and ran back to the hill where it had come from.
Another ant crawled up, and another, until there was a tiny path of ants running back and forth between the curious new flowers and their hill. Most of them were more crawling than running on the way back, because they were so full of sweet nectar that they could barely move.
The air above the flower field was slowly filled with swarms of tiny midges, humming mosquitoes, and buzzing wasps. One by one they dipped their heads into the inviting flowers, drinking until they wouldn't have space for a single drop of blood even if the most juicy elf would sit down in the middle of the swarm. The taste and smell was so intoxicating that even creatures who would usually disregard a flower as something that had nothing to do with food were summoned from far away. New flowers opened up when the first were emptied, and the tiny guests spent the evening eating and drinking until they passed out, peaceful and content.
They didn't notice the tall woman smiling at them as she walked between the flowers, opening them with a soft song. If the sleepy ant could see colours as an elf can, it would have seen that she wore a dress with the same colour as the soft meadow, and that her eyes looked like sunlight through leaves. She picked up the sleeping ant carefully and laid it on top of the anthill, where the sun had warmed it.
The woman hummed to herself and walked quickly away to reach a different celebration in time. Tonight was Midsummer. The Elves would celebrate it undisturbed.