September is a generally a month of superb, kind weather. The heavy heat of summer has passed and cool nights have settled upon us.               This is the time of year when my gardens have grown beyond their borders, boldly heralding their abundance.             […]

In September we harvest peaches from our orchard.                   Fairy Folk and Wildlings come together with children to sample the first ripened peaches. Little Penelope Porcupine loves peaches.             As temperatures begin to cool our Wolf River Apples start to ripen.   […]

Childhood unlike Fairyland (which is a permanent and very real place) is a temporary Kingdom unto itself.                   The Kingdom of Childhood is a limited time of Magical Thinking and Infinite Possibilities.                   In Fairyland there exists no measure such […]

                    Poetry Websters definition; po-et-ry noun Literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. The following excerpt from the poem Little Gidding was […]

On the north side of a small mountain in Maine sits a happy little farmhouse surrounded by gardens of vegetables, flowers, berries and herbs. This little farmhouse is circled round and round by meadows of rich hay to the south and a lovely hardwood forest to the east.               […]

Happy Birthday Old Horse !                   Happy Birthday to you!                   Born in July on a bright sunny day you were long ago enchanted by  Fairy Folk and though you age you never grow old.         […]

As the sun rises here on the north side of a small mountain in Maine                   everything is exactly as it should be.                   Fairy Folk rise early and begin dusting their magical fairy dust ground precious and fine. […]

The day began just like any other and then something happened and nothing was ever quite the same. Anniversary: A day of acknowledgement, a special occasion of gratitude or woe. On the 20th of July, the Home Place Fairies and I celebrate a private anniversary of great significance.               We […]

Magic Happens in Every Garden.                   All you have to do is look.                   Helping the Home Place Fairies spread fairy dust on lovely June Poppies in Maine.