The cottage had been vacant for some time and was in disrepair when Aunt Linda happened upon it. The garden had gone to weeds, and tiles were missing from the roof. But a swing still hung from a large maple tree in the backyard. Birds twittered happily in the branches above. A little stream ran in front of the cottage, gurgling merrily, skipping over stones, and slipping under a narrow footbridge.

Inside, sun streamed through the dusty windows. She inspected the rooms and discovered a little space under the stairs. It reminded her of the play space she had in the attic of her childhood home. Vague memories tugged at her heartstrings.


Despite the warnings and concerns of Aunt Linda's friends, ("That old place?" "So much work!") the idea of living in the cottage blossomed.  “There’s something magical about this place. I can feel it,” she said.  Before she could think twice she was the new owner, quickly setting the place to rights.

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It wasn't long before she became aware of strange goings-on. Perhaps magic was afoot! Someone seemed to have taken over the little space under the cottage stairs. Aunt Linda could only catch a glimpse of a small figure or two now and then. Her niece, Rachel, and her nephew, Tad, discovered that her visitors were from a gathersome of elves.  Aunt Linda and the children decided to name the under-the-stairs place, The Elfery. 

Over time, Aunt Linda and the Glimmer Glen Elves became friends. Such good friends, in fact, that the elves told her stories of their adventures in Glimmer Glen as well as with children in the world of humans. In the following pages, you'll find books, recipes, crafts, and who-knows-what-else, all inspired by these clever creatures.