Can you find her peeking through the moss the little fawn girl to see if you were lost. Continue reading

The dandelion faey caught on his way to the dandelion dance in the month of May Continue reading

She was a wild lass with pine cone cheeks rocks as feet and moss throughout her hair. I wasn’t alone. I had company, sort of. The tiny daisy, the sunlight, the creek... this rock. I picked up a light green shiny stone that rested on my knee because my lap... Continue reading