Every night before she slept the changeling girl cast a net upon the grass to catch the dewdrops. She filtered them into her coffee pot, and made the strangest brew.
a juggler of dewdrops
He did not consider himself an every day sort of plant. He was a juggler of dewdrops, a magician of moisture, an enchanter of aqua. His dearest dream was to run away and join the circus…as soon as he learned how to run.
dewdrops
The cobweb sagged, overladen with baubles. Wearing so many strings of pearls before breakfast made her feel self-conscious. She much preferred a soft-spoken leaf or even a struggling mosquito for adornment.
dewdrop cups
It had been a dry spring, but the morning dew still brought moisture to the forest. The tiniest of newborn fairies were nervous to fly up and catch themselves a dewdrop, so the nearby hazel cupped its leaves to capture the droplets for them. When they were full the leaves leaned down to let the fairy babies to sip their fill and grow up fat and fey.
Jennifer Shelby 