I would gather little fire twigs and delicious berries, for warmth without and within,
I would have an understanding with the local magic cat, she could use my chimney when she wished to rub her chin. I would pretend to shake the rugs out after returning at journey's end with tiny muddy feet to a Thumbelina abode for a faery foundling friend...
My house would welcome all visitors, small and very tall, my hospitality would know no end, they need not bring anything at all. I would hum a little Celtic ditty with the bee and the purring kitty in a soft pentatonic scale
and the music would cure all the woes and relieve those who wail. I wish I could have my Da carve a little abode for every homeless soul and every new orphan and it would be planted, safely, in between the fern and the sunbeams. I shall live in a little fern forest in an abode meant for all. Blessings to all who are lost with muddy feet and tear streaks and torn green and devastation around them. Blessings to all.
Faery House Art Carving by Ross Sperry, my father.