Last Christmas, Grandma and Grandpa John gave Nimuae and book and dvd about Fairy Houses. We were suprised when we read it for for the first time that the book was about some of the same fairy houses that we visited in Maine that summer. Since then, building fairy houses has been a favorite past time of the family, especially Nimuae.
On Saturday, Nimuae asked if she could take me on a tour of her recent buildings. She lead me into the "wild" area of our homestead. I was given special access to the "fort zone," (that is what the sign below states) a private area to be entered by invitation only.
We crossed over the spring, which is flowing again after the hurricane driven rains, and into a rhododendron cove. Nimuae pointed out some funny poop (fox?) and asked me to please be careful to not step on any of the mushrooms. After climbing over a fallen ash tree, we came upon the newest house.
One of the neighbors cats joined us as we sat, quietly observing her handicraft and the magical lighting filtering through the rhododendron. She then took me to the fairy cave. She had added some beds and floor covering to keep the fairies comfortable.
I'd Love to be a Fairy's Child
by Robert Graves
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their hearts desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they're seven years old.
Every fairy child may keep
Two strong ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild
I'd love to be a fairy child.
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