My name is Sandra. I live in a little white cottage surrounded by roses and a veranda covered in vines where light and shadows play magical games... Thank you for stopping by, please come inside, and leave your worries and cares outside the door.
Any man can lose his hat in a fairy-wind.
When I sound the fairy call,
Gather here in silent meeting,
Chin to knee on the orchard wall,
Cooled with dew and cherries eating.
Merry, merry, Take a cherry
Mine are sounder, Mine are rounder
Mine are sweeter, For the eater
When the dews fall. And you'll be fairies all.