On Cassilis Downans dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;
Or for Colean the route is ta'en,
Beneath the moon's pale beams;
There, up the cove, to stray and rove,
Among the rocks and streams - Robert Burns
We built another fairy house near the mailbox. Satch and I made a pact that we would keep it a secret. Later that afternoon four neighborhood kids came knocking on our door with a pad and pencil in hand to take notes. I could see the house numbers of the other neighbors they spoke to.
"Ummmm...there is a fairy door on a tree by the mailbox!"
"Oh yes, we saw it earlier today."
"Did you do it?"
"The fairy house"
"ME?...I'm not a fairy"
"We don't believe in fairies"
"Really...what about the tooth fairy?"
"OK the tooth fairy is real, we believe in the tooth fairy."
"If you believe in the tooth fairy then you believe in fairies"
(the kidlets were getting more excited)
"All I know is that Satch and I built this fairy house in the woods and then some fairies came...do you want us to show you how to make a fairy house?"
The kidlets went wild and worked on the fairy house well into the evening, taking breaks to swing in the hammock. They picked berries and smashed acorns into nut butter then filled the acorn caps with food for the fairies. The wee folk didn't want to leave when their parents came calling for them and asked if they can come back to keep working on the house. "Of course", I told them and let them borrow a fairy house book for inspiration.
Have a good weekend. See you Monday!