Our daughter and her family visited from Illinois these past few days. The youngest grandchild, Harper, was entranced by our fairy house, but she also was frustrated that it had a fake door.
“How do the fairies get in?” she asked.
“They’re magic,” I said. “They just pop in and out.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” she said.
We left the fairies in a rearranged state and went for a quick overnight trip to the beach. I’d forgotten all about them, but Poppa (a.k.a. Studly Doright) began planning to build a house with a door that would open and close.
When we returned from St. George Island on Friday afternoon Harper was napping, so Poppa and the middle grandchild, McKayla, went to work on a new fairy house.
Poppa and McKayla, with a wee bit of help from Harper, made a big impact in the Florida fairy world.