Today, in a one hour window of being gone from home on an errand, I come home to find my hubby standing over a freshly felled tree in the front yard. He had the wood all cut to length and was busily stacking it. Coveralls and hat thrown to the side from the first wave of heat that procuring firewood brings about in a body. (The second wave of heat will come in the splitting, the third in the burning.) But what he also managed to accomplish in that short period of time was to transform the gangly top branches of the tree (that we never quite know how best to deal with) into a fun new house for the girls… I mean the fairies.