Addie’s obsession with Fairy Houses bleeds over into most aspects of our lives in one way or another. This particular day, a bird’s nest, moss, eucalyptus leaves, saw-tooth oak leaves and my potted tree were called upon to help continue the effort. I mean, seriously, why leave a perfectly good pot filled with just DIRT.…
If I were a fairy, a white one I’d be Like the narcissus growing under my tree. Sweet and gentle, pure and strong The first to show after the winter so long. Creamy and dreamy with a scent very pleasant, They are a sweet treat for even a peasant! If I were a fairy, I’d like…
Addie, my daughter who is 7, has recently become slightly obsessed with fairies and fairy houses. She builds fairy houses EVERYWHERE. I no longer have any empty clay pots, warped metal bowls or unused containers of any kind. They have all congregated under the porch holding various bits of moss, mud, water, acorn shells, sea…
My little sister has a good sense of humor. She bought me this a few years back for my birthday. It was good advice then and it is good advice now. Because you never know about those fairies lurking in the flower garden. Besides it makes me laugh. 🙂
The Wicked Chicken 