“Never leave yourself open to regret Grace. We can only make a decision when we know the choices we are faced with. If we shy away, turn our backs and hide, we will simply never know. And that is when… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“It was on the warmest days when I saw them most clearly, days when the sun dawdled high in the sky, tinting everything with rich gold and amber as long shadows played lazy games of hide-and-seek among the trees and ferns. Like the wildflowers that decorated the riverbank, my fairy friends grew more abundant as the summer went on, multiplying… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share
“They appeared to me like a thin veil of mist, translucent, almost- not quite there. But for all their misty peculiarity, they were as clear to me as the minnows in the shallows and the foxgloves on the riverbank and the butterflies fanning their wings. They flitted from flower to flower, as swift as dragonflies, sometimes glowing brightly like a… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share
“That night, I fell into a deep, travel-weary sleep, lulled by the familiar sound of the waterfall beyond the window. I dreamed of the beck fairies, a blur of lavender and rose-pink and buttercup-yellow light, flitting across the glittering stream, beckoning me to follow them toward the woodland cottage. There, the little girl with flame-red hair picked daisies in the… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share
“If something’s worth doing, then it’s worth doing properly, even if it is only offering a biscuit with a cup of tea.” — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“Her father had once told her that water has a memory; that every rock, every stone, every grain of muddy sediment leaves something of a fingerprint in the water that flows over it. Grace liked this idea, imagining the water of the great lakes and oceans of the world to echo with the memories of the places, people, and events… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share
“She'd always imagined an autumn wedding: russet leaves and black velvets and dancing to Fred Astaire.” — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“Never leave yourself open to regret Grace. We can only make a decision when we know the choices we are faced with. If we… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“I moved silently across the garden, silvered with moonlight, my feet barely touching the ground. I brushed past fern and tree, following the lights across the stream, toward the cottage in the clearing where I watched a little girl surrounded by light and laughter as the fairies threaded flowers through her hair. I stood out of sight, peering through the… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share
“Yorkshire's autumn was as great a gift as Yorkshire's summer. I loved watching the rusting of the leaves while the dales mellowed to shades… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
Now you look here. All your father ever dreamed of for you was to do something you loved in life. He didn't care about… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“There is more to every photograph than what we see-more to the story than the one the camera captures on the plate. You have… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
