Which way to Fairyland?

That all depends on how much you believe in Fairies.

And how much you believe in possibilities.

Also how adventurous and imaginative you are.

Live your own great story out loud.

The possibilities are endless.

Blue Fairy Hill as the sun sets …

A Fairy Fine Greenhouse tree…

Just because …

The day before Thanksgiving; a welcome rain falls.

Yesterday, grand children wrote a welcome to the fairies on our greenhouse door hoping to lure them from their winter chambers one last time.

It appears to have worked, as all of a sudden the little greenhouse filled with fairy dust; twinkled and glowed!

In the afternoon a fox-child looks out from a window, happy to see fairies taking flight. The fox-child knows no heavy snow is predicted for the night.

Meanwhile deep in the forest of evergreens, a little girl helps her grandfather gather boughs before the sun sets on the horizon, a small group of Home Place Fairy Folk accompany her wherever she goes.

Late in the day she heads home with grandfather for hot chocolate.

All of the fairies return to their winter chambers and the fox-child returns to where ever it is that fox-children go.

Just before dark a light snow falls and Old Horse returns to his stable for a meal of hay and grain.

Fairies and children are snug in their beds when night arrives.

During the deepest, darkest hours of a November night a light snow falls, winds howl and the fox-child does too.

When morning comes the sun shines on Thanksgiving Day.

Inside the greenhouse left over fairy dust continues to glimmer and glow.

Here at the Farm our Thanksgiving turkey is roasted and the first child to see it cheers.

Why those dear little Home Place Fairies have sprinkled our turkey with fairy dust ground precious and fine!

A  fairy dusted roast turkey is a gift of appreciation from fairy folks to humans who honor the natural world.

Our  fairy seasoned turkey is filled with gratefulness, joy and good tidings.

Those who eat this bird will feel fulfillment and have an abundance of holiday cheer.

Have A Fairy Fine Thanksgiving Holiday!

And you never know maybe, just maybe there might be a  fox-child or Home Place Fairy peeking out at you!

“I know nothing with any certainty,

but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”

Vincent van Gogh

Live your own great story.

The possibilities …

Are…

Endless…

The Lost Kingdom of Childhood where what you dream becomes real.

Tiny wonders

everywhere.

Here in Maine wood is used as a heat source and all sorts of wood burning stoves warm many a mortals home from within.

As  November rolls around more often than not the ground is gently blanketed under a light coating of white snow.

The ground remains bare of winter white and the temperatures are warm enough for fairy folk to leave their cozy chambers where they happily flutter and dance outdoors in the crisp fresh air.

Recently in a sleepy little town not far from the sea, a group of Home Place Fairies came upon a meticulously stacked wood pile.

Without corners, this wood pile was well rounded and humped.

The Home Place Fairies thought it the most beautiful wood pile they had ever seen.

They were delighted thoughtful humans had taken so much care to honor a tree that gave up his wood for fires that would keep their family home warm.

The Fairies were so delighted that they sprinkled the wood pile with enchanted fairy dust adding extra warmth to each and every fire these humans would light to warm their home.

Then the Fairies returned to their chambers, happy to have discovered humans appreciative enough to honor a once living tree.

For whatever reason the day after and the day after that were just as warm as the ones before and the Fairy Folk  again left their chambers for fresh air.

Deciding to pay another visit to the beautifully stacked wood pile they were delighted to see the homeowners had begun stacking another pile of wood  just as beautifully but with a message for the Fairy Folk embedded within.

And wouldn’t you know it, this message set the little Fairies hearts all a flutter.

A wee bit of November greenhouse magic.