Tiny dwellings for tiny folk. My daughter, J. Owl spent a focused three hours in the yard creating these fairy houses. She gathered and moved moss, made mud cement to hold support beams together, and thoughtfully added fluff to sleeping spaces. As I watched from the back door I sometimes saw her mouth moving--intoning or play acting? 
Later that evening, in the blue-grey dusk, she went out to visit the houses. She returned suddenly, breathless and excited, saying she heard the grass "crunch" near this underground shelter. Could it be?
