We went out early while the sunrise faded away. The air was warm and damp and I felt five pounds heavier on my right side with a bag full of rocks in my pocket. Silkworm was free to skip along ahead since our car was the only one in the parking lot and he insisted he couldn't sense any other humans in the park. We vowed to go out this early for hikes here more often.
We found a tree with nice roots to set up the community. One by one, I pulled the rocks out of my pocket and positioned them neatly in the grooves of the roots, hoping it'd be enough to keep them upright.
It would be nice to return to see them still there, but it would be just as nice to return and see some the houses, or all of them, have disappeared, probably to belong in other peoples' gardens. Either way, they'll make wonderful homes for any fairies that can find their way inside when the weather drops below freezing again.