Fable Dwelling

I lova, lova fairy tales. Yarns from countries around the world, fables from deep and shallow in the annals of time. So when I spied this house, I had to love the people who live there. They surely have the soul of a fairy tale lover to dwell in such a place.

I wish I had met them. I wonder what would've happened if I had wandered down the path to their door and rang the doorbell. I bet the chimes would've triggered something magical and suddenly I'd step into fairytale land. Mmm . . . fairytale land. Just imagine.

But even if I had remained in the here and now, just meeting such delightful, full-of-fairytale-life people would've been gleefully magical indeed. Oh, and this is a real house and yes, people really live there. It's in Bear Lake, Idaho. I took the photo when we were on vacation this summer!

You know what? - I think I'll find some way to live a bit of the fairy tale life myself. I can't build a fantastical house like these people did, but I can do something! Something magical. Hmm . . . I'll daydream about the possibilities and post my idea.

In the meantime, here are some passages to fairytale you away . . .

From the Japanese Folk Tale, The Deer of Five Colors— 
          
        Then the deer answered. "Look at me. My coat is of five colors and my antlers are white. There is no deer anywhere on earth that looks like me. I know that men are greedy and cruel, and there are many who would kill me to sell my hide for gold. That is why I have hidden deep in this forest all these years, far away from the villages of men. You must promise never to tell anyone you saw me, for if you tell, surely someone will come to hunt me, and I shall be captured and killed."


And from the Swedish Fairy Tale, Lars, My Lad!— 
       
       He lifted the lid.
       Inside the chest was another chest, and in that another. And so it continued to be; in each chest was one smaller, until they became tiny boxes. The more he opened, the harder he worked at it. He felt there must be something valuable inside to be so well hidden. 
       At last the Prince came to a miniature box in which lay a tiny piece of paper. That was all he found for all his trouble! It disappointed him, but then he discovered something written on the paper. He was just able to make out the words, Lars, my lad!
      As he pronounced these words, he heard someone answer—right in his ear— "What are Master's orders?"
       

HAPPY FAIRYTALING THIS MAGICAL TIME OF YEAR!