I made a fairy garden for my 4 year old niece. One night, I couldn't sleep because my mind was obsessed with thinking about all the miniature fairy furniture I could make.
Just googling "fairy houses" makes my heart skip a beat. We are created in God's image. A God who made our dwellings, trees to climb, brooks to wade in, glades to meander through, caves to explore.... We love to create our own worlds too, just like our God. Dollhouses. Mr. Rodgers Neighborhood. Narnia. Lord of the Rings. Its obvious, isn't it?
When I was little it was all about my snail beaches and going with my mom to the nurseries to talk to the gnome and fairy statues.
Cora. One morning when you wake up with the green canopy of Junipine over your head you will wonder about the little muddy footprints found on your pillow. Your wondering will lead to your wandering, through blackberry bushes, past apples orchards, across babbling waters and with the curiosity of a child you will find a small door tucked into the roots of a very large sycamore. Your eyes will open wide as the full moon as you realize what you just found.
My brain is bathed in images of polished homes and yards via the internet and magazines. I grew up in a generation and am growing old in a generation with no patience and instant gratification. This house is slowly healing my diseased mindset.