The Boys Front Garden Faery/Sprite/Gnome-Home

♥ Hand made by my two AMAZING boys! ♥

Garden Gnomes come at dawn,

Bless the flowers then they're gone.

(Front View)

The Sprite poet takes a sheet

Of moonbeam, silver white;

His ink is dew from daisies sweet,

His pen a point of light.

(Side View)

Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels.  But their magic sparkles in nature.

(View from the Top)

When the winds of March

 are wakening the crocuses and crickets,

Did you ever find a fairy near some budding little thickets,...

And when she sees you creeping up to get a closer peek

She tumbles through the daffodils, a playing hide and seek.

(Blending in with the garden, will anyone notice?)

And as the seasons come

and go, here's something you might like to know.  There are gnomes and sprites everywhere:  under bushes, in the air, playing games just like you play, singing through their busy day.  So listen, touch, and look around - in the air and on the ground.  And if you watch all nature's things, you might just see a fairy's wing. 

Hand in hand, with fairy grace,

Will we sing, and bless this place.

~William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream