Fairies are mischievous, don’t you know?

Tiny wonders everywhere!

This morning I was pleasantly surprised when I spied this little fairy sniffing daffodils before she scampered through the arbor giggling .

Just saying….

During daylight’s hottest hours, Home Place Fairy Folk enter the Enchanted Forest seeking shade.

After a morning of hard work tending gardens they rest, napping inside cozy chambers hidden deep within an ancient oak tree.

It is during the cooler hours of dawn and again at twilight that fairies dance into gardens, scattering fairy dust, helping plants to flourish and grow.

So much snow

The little farmhouse is buried deep .

My gardens are dormant; asleep beneath a thick carpet of white wet snow.

The Home Place Fairy Folk are burrowed  cozy and warm in their chambers, snug along the root-line of a great oak tree, far below where the frost fingers glow.

They play music on pan pipes, harps, flutes and marimbas, they sort seeds and dance the slow waltz of fairies in winter, contently waiting the return to their gardens come spring.

Dare to dream and watch your wishes grow.

Magic is in the hands and hearts of all true believers.

Live your life like one big Great Story.

Express yourself,

Be adventurous,

Be creative,

Remain curious about the natural world around you.

My dear sister of the heart, Dory Anna is a friend of the fairy folk, she is also a seamstress who crafts beautiful  woolen capes made with love to last a lifetime.

Dory Anna began dreaming of and creating enchanting capes a long, long time ago; she now makes storybook capes for children in her Portland Maine studio.

Dory Anna is someone who has lived a great story by following her heart and dreams.

Here at our farm on the north side of a small mountain in Maine we honor the fairies all year long.

During these quieter months of winter when the ground is frozen hard snow covered statuary  adorn the gardens and pathways to the meadow

as well as the entryway to The Enchanted Woodland

In this way we honor the fairies even when they are no longer with us having retired to their winter chambers before the first snow.

The Home Place Fairies spend all but the coldest months of winter helping tend my gardens and blueberry barrens at the farm.

After a long growing season they deserve their winter rest.

Fairy Folk are tiny and delicate and winters are cold here in the north country.

Home Place Fairies have humble chambers in which they rest and retire, cozy and warm deep within an ancient oak tree.

As for myself I sit by the fire sewing fairy finery

Using enchanted fairy dust left for me by the fairies last spring I am able to reduce the garments from human to fairy size.

I tend to the plants in my little earth bound pit greenhouse.

Most days I walk through my gardens under cover of snow

I wander atop Blue Fairy Hill and meander about the back meadow still enchanted with fairy glow.

Though I will not see them until spring, the warmth of my fairy friends is forever within my heart where ever I go.

Here on the north side of a small mountain in Maine winter has made clear she has finally arrived.

Early each morning I go out into the garden to tend Old Horse. Some mornings the sky is brilliant with colors of the rising sun.

Other mornings the skies are rather grey but a gray softer than most blues.

What ever colors the sky presents or the weather at hand, Old Horse is always there to greet me.

Old Horse was long ago enchanted by Home Place Fairy Folk and though he ages, he never grows old.

Old Horse is very wise; he is the sentry and guardian of the Home Place Fairies winter chambers.

Though I spend most all of my hours here at the farm with Old Horse and the Fairy Folk, I am still in awe of how very beautiful the world around me is.

Happy New Year From the Home Place Fairies!!!!!