Where Would You Live In A Fairy-Tale World?

You live in an earthy home in the shade of the forest, with a carpet of dark-green moss. Pottery lines your mushroom-house shelves, filled with honey, mead, herbs, and spices. At night, you sit outdoors on the village green with your neighbors while a trio of crickets play music and fireflies provide twinkling light.

From your tower turret, you can see the far reaches of your kingdom. You glide down the stone stairs into the great hall in your finest apparel and head out the door to your waiting coach. Servants and pages bow and smile, for they love you dearly. You're not spoiled; it took a lot for you to get here. Never mind the cries of your stepmother from the dungeon. You feed her well enough.

Surrounded by a garden of roses and daffodils, your cottage is a gingerbread dream. The Dutch door is open with a pie cooling on its sill, and you are inside, sipping tea by the window, watching bluebirds playing a game with butterflies. Your pet rabbit hops into your lap, asking for a bite of your cake, and you happily feed him a tidbit.

Deep in the forest, in the side of the cliff, you hide away from anyone who would bother you. The rushing of a waterfall drowns out the cacophony of happy little birds and singing princesses, and you like it that way. Light from the fire under your cauldron is enough for you. You watch the glows and shadows of the flames on the wall, and they become visions of what is to come . . . someday, when you get what's coming to you.

You never know where your home will spin and float--down a brook, across a pond, or into a magical underground river. You meet all kinds of wonderful creatures. Goldfish fascinate you with wise platitudes, and swans float by and nod hello. When you pass under willow trees, you grab the fronds and make your lily pad spin and glide, or you tie it up so you can go for a swim.

You wake up every day to your morning-glory home opening itself to the sun and go to sleep every night as it slowly curls in to wrap you up as your eyelids fade out the stars and the moon. When dawn breaks, it bows down to let you hop off to carry on with your flower-meadow adventures. Your friends and neighbors join you in merrymaking and happy work as you all pass the day in the fragrant atmosphere of your garden home.