This ain’t no wandering path through dense thicket nor the shade of a grove of pines, but fairies must be around the bend dancing to the beats of the pitter patter of the start of rain. Along with gnomes, sprites and pixies we ought to run into one such tiny creature in these rows. Here’s to hoping because mazes always throw off my sense of direction. There must have been an army of them because we made it out just fine.