I have a fairy house on my piano. My granddaughter and daughter made it for me. It is lovely. I enjoy imagining the fairy that might live inside of it. It is elegant glass with a central chandelier that is blue when the light shines through it.
There are rules to making fairy houses. Even though they are simple, they’re followed religiously by the fairy house builder’s union, granddaughters and the young of heart. They are constructed out of stuff you find around, in the garage, in the shed. Things no longer useful, needing a redesign for a new purpose. Often the structures are found next to trees, or hidden away in garden nooks. They are small constructions, bits of whimsy. I love to look at them.
I think fairies, like the rest of us, have different skills. The one that lives on my piano is young and just learning to play his music. I hear him sometimes practicing his twinkle, twinkle. I’m sure he will eventually master the tune. I suspect his name is Dunstone. He is trying things to see where he has talent. Next he is going to learn hang gliding.
I saw a fairy house once that had a lapel pin on the roof and my granddaughter told me the fairy received cable. Fairies are capable of anything you can imagine. I’ll have to tell Dunstone’s story one of these days, he is interesting to watch and will surely teach us something.