Despite calls for drizzle it was a glorious weekend and I got burnt to a crisp working in the garden. Our garden is coming along nicely (thanks to all of the hard work by Mr. Pixie) and I'm grateful for all of the leafy green goods that are sprouting and ending up on our dinner table.
Our solstice celebrations were quiet. I made a nice meal for the hubs (it also being father's day and all) and then took some treats outside for our fairy friends. Honey, jam, bread, and sweet wine. Our contribution to the wee folk's solstice celebrations.
Our "fairy sanctuary" is coming along slowly but surely. I managed to finish up a handful of sprite cottages, which are now sitting in an overgrown tangle of leaves. They'll be a perfect spot for our little fairy visitors to rest.
Our resident Hobbit has returned. The long grass was cleared, a small stone wall built and his tiny garden tended.
Word of our safe heaven must be spreading. On Thursday evening I heard a ruckus outside and when I went to investigate I found this wee caravan parked beneath the bird bath. Some travelling fairies have come to stay for the summer.
