The imagination of children still fascinates me. How a game can be created from a pile of pinecones, a stick, and a piece of string. Yesterday was no exception.
It all began with the gnomes. Or, as we affectionatley refer to them in our home, the gnomies. You already know that we believe in fairies but the gnomies hold a special place in our hearts as well.
It started slowly. A few gnomie houses were located and placed, in the middle of the floor. Then playsilks gathered, you know for water and grass. Then our basket of blocks, stones, and pinecones was hauled upstairs. Little gnomies started appearing from all over the house. And, before I could even mention the resemblence to the classic stone soup book, a gnomie village was born.
The invitation for the nut party was sent far and wide. The bridge over the river crowded with gnomies and one fairy flocking to the event. Woodland animals pranced into town. The party was everything a gnomie could ask for--food, lights from the lighting bugs, of course, and music.
Then, all the gnomies of the village called it a night. My wee gnomies and my fairy were off to bed themselves. Everyone tired from the excitement of the day. But, there were definite smiles on their faces as they fell asleep. Yes, definite smiles.
***The wooden houses are from Red's Rustics. Go see his amazing creations out of fallen logs.