It’s April, the month before May.

Here in Maine on the north side of a small mountain not far from the sea our garden is filling with fairy folk who are awakening after many months of deep slumber.

The fairies whirl and they twirl and they sing as they sway happy for the warmer weather coming this way.

Fairies are stewards of nature, in tune with the natural world they are harmonious beings who work as hard as they play.

Little Luna dog walks out into the garden on this warm sunny day delighted to see Fairies out and about laughing and gay.

Luna is a fairy special dog and shares a secret with the Home Place Fairy Folk.

Remember, magic happens in every garden, all one has to do is look.

I spied two sweet little fairies walking out of the forest this morning.

One little fairy was helping the other little fairy light her wand

Then the two little fairies walked far out into the meadow with their wands held high, twinkling and bright.

From the north side of a small mountain in Maine we wish you a Fairy Merry Christmas and a Fairy Happy New Year!!!

What could be better than Christmas?

Why a Christmas Birthday!

Happy Birthday Nightingale and Feliz Cumpleanos Perico !!!

Good Tidings and Best Wishes From The Seamstress to The Fairies, The Home Place Fairies and Old Horse

The temperatures are cooling down and the first snowflakes are perhaps just hours away on the north side of this small mountain in Maine,

During the shorter darker days of November there can be a temptation to dream of warmer hours in the garden with fairy folk.

Though truly whatever season, the natural world is simply wonderful.

Late Autumn, November to be exact, the time of year the Home Place Fairy Folk have been waiting for.

All their seasonal chores are completed; their food lockers have been filled to capacity with delectable delights they will consume right up until Christmas at which time they will lazily drift off into a deep and dream filled slumber not to awaken until spring.

photo credit E.M.

The gentler days of November are their one last chance to sing and dance outdoors before the harsher winds blow and the snow flies.

Look what the Fairies left!

What if I fall?

Oh, but my Darling…

What if you fly?

Quote by Erin Hanson

Magic happens all around you, all one has to do is look.

I find walking through my garden is the absolute best way to begin any day.

In the evening when every human is fast asleep Nightingale and the horse fairies arrive. They spend hours riding Old Horse taking him with them into the fairy realm where dreams are made.

Together they ride into the dreams of sleeping children looking for true believers of fairy folk and enchanted horses who never grow old.

As dawn approaches the fairies must return Old Horse to his stable.

There they tenderly hug him goodbye for the daylight hours, showering him with affection.

Every evening the fairies will return to Old Horse and they will enter into the dreams of slumbering children.

In the morning when the little girl rises she goes out to the stable where she feeds and grooms Old Horse. He is her guardian; her best friend and watches over she and her sister as he did their mother before them.

Long ago Old Horse was enchanted by fairies and though he ages he never grows old.

Choosing  just the right dress for a fairy party takes quite a bit of time and consideration, especially when one is distracted by charming little fluttery folks sprinkling fairy dust all about. This little girl is being encouraged by fairies to enter the wardrobe chamber at the edge of my garden. It is filled with all sorts of silky finery for mortal children, like caps and capes, crowns and wings, instruments like drums, pan pipes and bells that ring.