Over the weekend I acquired Bullfinch's Mythology from my favorite bookstore, William James, Bookseller, in Port Townsend, WA. This is a book that I've been meaning to put on my shelf for quite some time but haver never gotten around to it. After reading through some of it, I now understand that it is a type of book that you have on your shelf, brag about how erudite you are because it is so prominently displayed, but never read. It is painfully dry but, I believe, a necessary reference for fantasy writers.
Also, last night I was reading faerie poems to Daughter Number One. When we got to The Song of the Bluebell Fairy I realized that there was a bluebell flower right outside the bedroom window. I looked at her conspiratorially and mentioned that since it was sundown there might be a faerie dancing beneath the flower right now. But we'd have to be quiet. We stood on the bed and slowly raised the shades. Just about then Sons Number Two and Three began making a ruckus so unfortunately all the fae creatures must have been scared off. We'll have to try again some other time.