|Drizzly day delights ~ complements of backyard twigs, pebbles, greens, and a glue gun.|
|Sprites and a porcupine. I think.|
Some may frown upon fairy play. Some may associate them with anti-Christian paganism. Bah. A child's imagination is a beautiful thing. It is within their fantastical stories that they make sense of and give value to all the goings-on and emotions of their world. Nothing is trivial : what they do ; what happens to them ; how they feel ; even their faith. Just listen. It's rich, friends. My only rule, thanks to this book, is that dragons and serpents must be evil. Because some things just are. Always. Both in this world and the next.
So now we have a pile of charming woodland fairies, ponies, unidentifiable animals, furniture, and houses, ready to be played with. Oh, and a hairy weed troll with his hairy weed dog made by me, thankyouverymuch. Hopefully, Luke didn't roll over and snap the twig pony he insisted on sleeping with last night . . . Who knows what the day will hold for them or what our yard will become?
|Slumbering fairy with table and chair.|
Playing and listening,