The Path, Almost There

I was looking for gnomes, but found their cafe table unoccupied.

A fairy and her bluebird steed found a lovely little garden to rest in.

Someone left their umbrella...good thing it's a sunny day.

Ah, here's a gnome after my own heart - hangin' out in the woods playin' his flute. Maybe we'll jam sometime.

Just the right amount of crinoline...