Fairy Houses. I'm obsessed with them. You guys know that.
I know exactly when this love for all things little began.
In first grade, my fabulous teacher, Mrs. Dow (best teacher ever), read my class our first "chapter book". It was called The Littles. A fantastic story about a teeny, tiny family living in the walls of a 'big' person's house.
She would read us only one chapter a day. So, I would spend the next 24 hours anticipating and imagining what would happen next. Those Little characters came to life in my six year old brain. It was the first time I really 'lived' with characters from a book.
Seeing fairy houses allows me to relive those magical feelings from first grade.
You're never too old to believe in fairies (or at least pretend).
Thanks Mrs. Dow for sparking the magic. And thanks Mom for starting this fairy village for me.
side note: Sadly, fiction is currently being yanked out of the public school curriculum with the implementation of the common core standards. Instead, kids are learning how to find 'evidence' in texts. Makes me so sad that some children may never get to experience this wonderful connection to their imagination.