When I was a child, I would play wood-elves outside for hours.  We had a ring of box bushes that I would sit inside with my collie, Laddie.  He would sit solemnly, guarding me inside the ring, and I would pretend to be a wood-elf with all the rest of my imaginary wee folk with me.  I would find opened walnut shells on the ground; they were the elves’ beds.  I would sit very quietly, because everyone knows that elves can’t tolerate the noise of humans.  This picture, taken in Shenandoah National Park, is the closest I’ll get to being a wood-elf.  Due to the strangeness of angle and camera perspective, I look smaller and more diminutive of leg than usual.  But this makes me strangely happy.  🙂  Go figure.  Slainte, Lisa