Monday, July 18, 2011

Building Fairy houses

My eldest daughter was inspired by our newly acquired "Fairy Houses Everywhere" book to produce her own fairy house out of natural materials. It's a welcome new addition to the fairy garden and was a beautiful peaceful activity to end the holidays with. I made fairy houses with all the preps at our local school and it was a huge hit, with boys and girls alike - delighting in making their own fairy teepees and decorating them.  The images of fairy houses on the web are incredible, there is a place on the Maine coast that has a forest filled with little fairy houses and they even have their own 3 day fairy house festival

our fairy letterbox

Our two year old is obsessed with fairy dresses at the moment, this is a home made hand me down from our lovely neighbours.  She has decided to add some flourishes to the house.

The Long-leaf Waxflower (Philotheca myoporoides) has a beautiful fruity scent

We went hunting for winter flowers for the fairy garden.  Found Clematis aristata


Love in the Mist - not as blue as its summer flower
snow drops

winter roses

an unseasonal rose


weedy yet pretty oxalis
the first of the camelias

 Lavatera seeds
 Grevillea - these are currently visited daily by Eastern Spinebill birds

 Alyogyne huegelii Native Hibiscus is about to burst into a profusion of purple flowers

 Forget me nots are waiting to do their thing
 Giant hydrangea

smelling and investigating lemon scented verbena


and a pansy

The male and female Superb Fairy Wrens added to a joyful day.


  1. Oh, this is SO sweet. I don't know that my boys would be keen on fairy houses, but we do make forts. Does that count? Not so pretty...

    Visiting via the Rewind.

  2. Your little fairy house is beautiful. What a wonderful way to spend an afternoon. Your two year old is exercising impressive restraint. Ours would probably find it all a bit too tempting.

    Visiting from the Rewind.

  3. Oh my! What prettiness abounds here. My daughter would be transfixed. What lovely moments you've captured - bravo! I'm rewinding, too. J x

  4. You know what I'm doing tomorrow, don't you! x


In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young