Tucked under the grape arbor
Behind the garden bench
The gateway to MyddleSee you are able to glimpse.
Sometimes you only see plants
Sometimes you see our hovels
So beware of the human rake the mowers and the shovels.
For those who believe
In wee folk and the like
They shall find the path and know where to hike.
So come join the revelry
The pageantry so grand
In our mystical magical wee fairy land.
Leave cares at the gate
Look for fortunes not
Your life as a Fae is now your lot.
Return to your realm
Is never allowed
Say farewell to Disney and hello to Froud.
3 more hovels are in the construction phase.
A cat was almost harmed in the photography session, as he decided he needed to fit through the gateway. He didn't duck low enough. He earned the name Monster this evening.
2 comments:
Oh wow. The faeries have been busy in your yard, I see!
(Very funny bit about poor Monster!)
Very magical. Hi Nana - you left a comment on my blog so I had to visit yours. It's really lovely.
You asked if I was still in Oregon. The answer is yes. We are near Grants Pass and may very well spend the summer here. I'm going to try to schedule some workshops in Eugene so perhaps we will meet somewhere down the road!
Kay Petal
Felt Alive Wool Sculptures
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