Because it is referenced in a column I wrote for Blue Ridge Country, I am posting this again.
Sometimes you see them when you least expect it. Not the fairies themselves, but their houses. Such was the case today when I was pulling into my driveway. I stopped to watch a chipmunk sitting on a log and ended up leaving the car and wandering through the woods in search of fairy houses. The light was perfect for finding them.
The first one I spotted was tucked at the foot of an oak tree. I fell in love with the little red table in the front yard.
Beyond that I saw a cozy little cottage built on the side of a hill. There was no smoke coming from the chimney so I knew the fairies weren't home.
I realized I had stumbled into a small fairy neighborhood. Each house was cuter than the next.
Just beyond the neighborhood, I spotted a playground. The fairies must have run off as I approached. They left their ball behind.
The playground was part of a larger park complex. There was a visitor center perched on a hill...
and a small cabin with another one of those cute red tables set out front.
Beyond the park, a small fairy city was outlined with streetlights.
At the center of the city, I found a beautiful restaurant, reminiscent of the Space Needle in Seattle.
I would have spent more time exploring, but I was chased away by one of the guardians of the community.
I was sorry to leave it all behind. Perhaps I'll find another fairy land some day. If I do, you can be sure, I'll post more pictures.
