The End of The Summer Daze
Magic happens in every garden. All one has to do is look. Late September, October is on the rise as summer gives way and autumn begins to fall. […]
Magic happens in every garden. All one has to do is look. Late September, October is on the rise as summer gives way and autumn begins to fall. […]
A Statue of the Fairy Guardian Angel honors the day’s first light as glimmers of fairy dust twinkle all around. This will be a fine day. The sun will shine for awhile […]
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 […]
Deep within the heart of a garden No matter how large or how small A whole world flourishes; secrets abound and life pulses with color and vibrancy.
This Morning Glory greeted me in the greenhouse at the start of my day. Isn’t she spectacular? Across the aisle from Glory sat this lovely Fushia and her sweet heart, the most handsome Wax Begonia. I […]
Welcome to August, the hottest month of the year in Maine. Children and Fairy Folk delight in these hot summer days. Our gardens for the time being require less attention as far as weeding goes and sprinklers take care of the necessary watering. Which leaves plenty of time […]
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 […]