A cold and blustery walk last week took me by this enchanting tableau. It was just one of several. Nearby was a fairy house, painted rocks and a little free library.

It was my kind of place! As a dreamy child, I looked for fairies under the forsythia bush in our side yard. I sought them among the weeds in the empty lot. I fully expected to glimpse them dancing in the moonlight.

That I never saw them didn’t convince me they didn’t exist. I just hadn’t looked hard enough. Last week, on an ordinary walk, I found further proof of their existence.