Autumn Equinox Eve

autumn fairy house
It’s Autumn Equinox Eve. Time for balance, baking, warmth, cinnamon, apples, love, and magic.
“Annabelle,” I say, “the fairies might bring you something tonight for Autumn Equinox.”
Her face lights up. “I’m going to call them on my phone and ask them!” she says. She has a pink maribou feather phone, basically a fairy hotline. She can talk to the fairy queen anytime, day or night.
And the fairies are coming, bringing treasures to Annabelle’s fairy house. A stuffed squirrel, a handmade Autumn fairy doll, wool and silks and magic, all in luscious autumn colors: red, gold, orange.

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