I’ve always been fascinated by light as it dances in and out of shadows. I was told ages past, those Christmas twinkle light strands are called ‘Fairy Lights’ in some places. It is an evocative turn of phrase. The light I found in my garden on the wall of the ‘Little House’ in my yard reminded me of elusive fairies. It is autumn, the leaves have almost all fallen, the hop flowers are losing their petals like confetti hailing the next season, and the sun was reflecting off a tiny pond onto the nearby building. Although, I’m pretty sure there was more magic involved.