Come, faeries, take me out of this dull house! Let me have all the freedom I have lost; Work when I will and idle when I will! Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance … Continue reading Quote for Today: W.B. Yeats
Here are the fruits of the Faerie House building day held almost three years ago. Can’t wait to see the new construction next Saturday!
Synkronicitiand FAE Realtypresent recently listed faerie houses, all built at our last synkroniciti gathering, In the Garden.
I hope you enjoy looking at them even a quarter as much as we enjoyed making them. My thanks to Kelly, Susan, Louis, André and Shanáy for their originality, creativity and friendship. I’ve enjoyed my stint as real estate editor over at FAEand hope the listings are all to your liking. Wink.
Listing One: Broken Pot House and Snail Guesthouse (Katherine)
These two low lying homes, designed to be perfect for small toads or frogs and stylish enough for fairies, nestle happily into the mulch. The main house is colorful, yet blends into the garden, while the guest house is a picturesque bungalow that would be a great fit for a single fairy. Style meets functionality beneath the crepe myrtle.
Listing Two: Pine Cone Garden Apartments for the Wee-est…
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On March 30th we will building faerie houses again! Hard to believe it’s been almost 3 years and we have endured two floods and moved since last time. If you are in Houston, you are welcome to come. Contact me for the address.
Last Saturday, April 9th, synkroniciti hosted In the Garden. This time we moved away from prepared pieces to build Faerie Houses.
We drifted together slowly. Anticipating that it might be a light night for poetry and art, I asked folks to bring along small natural items, the kind of things you might find beside the pathway while on a walk, the kind of things laying discarded in the yard. Some of us went out of our way, asking the neighbors for rogue bits of plant material and digging beads and feathers out of our closets.
We began inside, sharing a few stories of gardens and plants that were special to us. There was a grandmother’s bird of paradise plants, which didn’t bloom until she died, and native Texas bamboo and Japanese persimmons that failed to thrive after a grandfather’s death. There were gardenias planted at the four sides of a…
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