Oh! where do fairies hide their heads,
When snow lies on the hills,
When frost has spoiled their mossy beds,
And crystallized their rills?
~Thomas Haynes Bayly
Our first snow is coming tonight, so they say. Summer is well and truly gone, and Autumn is yielding ever so slowly to Winter, with its ice and snow and stinging cold. Wherever the fairies go to keep warm, I want to join them. Call me up for the Spring – warm afternoons and bright sunshine, sprouting green and budding trees. I will be delighted to rejoin you then.