Children born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock, Never want for food or fire, Always get their hearts desire: Jingle pockets full of gold, Marry when they're seven years old. Every fairy child may keep Two ponies and ten sheep; All have houses, each his own, Built of brick or granite stone; They live on cherries, they run wild-- I'd love to be a Fairy's child. -Robert Graves Goode Reader, take upon thyself great silliness! - Me
Pixies want you to play. Lighten up a little, laugh a lot. (Yes, I made the above thumb pixie. I did it in a public park. Can you see the scotch tape?)
Scent can be an inspiration on your quest for fun. Go and be in the fresh air, revel in the scent. Maybe you’ll roll down a grassy hill smelling of dirt and green. Or enjoy the scent of something sweet and playful like fruity gummies (natural please).
Happy Fae Day! Tell me, dear reader, how silly can you get?