Faerie Dwelling Construction Continues

After a rigorous and righteous game of golf (he shot four over par), Studly Doright led the grandchildren and me in completing the building of a faerie home. 

Dominique and I placed pebbles strategically.

   
We added a door and a mossy door mat.

  

Then we headed out back to place the house on the stump of a tree that Jackson had chopped down earlier this week.
    
 

 
 After much trimming, the house was secured to its stump. 
 Tomorrow, we’ll add decorative items to welcome our wee friends.

Peace, people!

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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    1. He’s the funniest kid. Yesterday he was up with the sun, rode his motorcycle around our house until it ran out of gas, chopped as many trees as he could, made his own knife, helped with the fairy house, and then made bracelets out of paracord. When I tucked him in last night he said, I’m bored. Smh.

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