The Apple Tree Pixies

The fairies are everywhere.  There is a small collection that have emigrated from Pixie Hollow and moved into our house, including one rather glamorous and sparkly Tinkerbell that Bea got for Valentine's day.  Sometimes she even follows Beatrice on adventures.

In our back garden we also have a magical apple tree.  Looking down on it this morning, I can see Mr Blackbird perched on the uppermost  branches and two little blue tits shoving around the peanuts.  The apple tree catches the sunlight and the leaves are use beginning to bud (unlike the Willow tree that is almost fully dressed)  At the base of the tree is a magical little door (it opens to no where - we know, we have tried it - and I'm not sure why that surprises me as it was me who purchased it from ebay).  The pixies have hung a sign on the door that says "Shhhh, Pixies sleeping"

This is obviously NOT a blackbird

 Anyhow, Beatrice and I decided that the Pixies garden needed a little bit of landscaping.  This decision was precipitated by the spring induced weeding that took place in the vegetable* patch.  (* by "vegetable patch" please substitute two lavender bushes, clump of parsley, chives, some of last year's strawberry plants and a newly planted gooseberry bush) 

With the help of some glass beads, sand and bubble mixture, we were able to spend an hour happily gardening in the warm sunshine.

Getting carried away, we also made a flag (stick and tissue) a fence, a small seat and a campfire.

Then the Pollys arrived for a visit.  In the picture you can see Polly Blue Eyes, Polly Vanilla and Polly Zoe Violet.  Polly Ponytail and Polly Shiny Girl  were picnicking on the other side of the pixie garden and Polly Posey has mysteriously disappeared.  Obviously the Pollys belong to a doll culture that begin their names with their surname.  I suspect that when Bea is a little older she will indulge in a period of participant observation producing some anthropological field notes to explain why.