May is a very busy month in the gardens here at the farm. The greenhouse is filled with trays of seedlings and the trees in the orchards are full of buds just waiting for a bit of sun to nudge them into full bloom. Both the bees and the fairy folk are all a flutter pollinating the newly awakening flowers for the fruit we will harvest come fall. I attached unbreakable shimmery ornaments from apple, peach and pear tree branches while fairy folk adorned the boughs with tinsel they had recycled from Christmas trees. These things are fairy fanciful yet serve a second gentle purpose which is to startle and keep the deer from nibbling all the tender new buds away.

Lady Ann spied this Robin’s nest on the steps to the tower by the lake. It has been enchanted by the fairies to protect this young nestling and her yet unhatched mate.

Newly completed fairy dress all alight with fairy dust.

As Seamstress to the Fairies I have just completed the finishing touches on this little dress, which I promptly dusted with fairy dust and hung from antlers of stag. This is tradition and increases the magical powers of the dress for it’s wearer. I am on the lookout now; awaiting the arrival of the sweet little shape shifting Home Place Fairy who plans to wear this dress at The Grand Fairy Spring Ball.

Ahh…yes…she has just arrived!

In the Fairy Glen we wander and we seek.

Gathering tiny blue Forget me nots is a springtime Home Place Fairy tradition.

Fairies arrive in the wee hours of dawn.

The Home Place Fairies arrived in full force this morning right as the rain tapered off. Through the kiwi arbor I caught a glimpse of them working their spring magic.

In the garlic beds they were busy sprinkling fairy dust, the beds were all a glow.I peeked inside the greenhouse and fluttering all about were fine little fairy folk happy as can be.

After surveying the gardens I walked down to the basement of the barn where my pit green house winters over rosemary, jasmine, geraniums, calla lily and tender fern and caught a glimpse of the fairy folk blessing the rosemary with remembrance while gently encouraging lemon verbena to awaken from her long winter’s dormant sleep.

Last but not least I walked through the meadow and into the woodland garden where the grand children’s fairy alter pays homage to all the Home Place Fairies and their kin and I spied one sweet little fairy all alight happily fluttering about within.

Look who I saw sparkling about in my garden this morning!

Mitzi, a fairy friendly, fuzzy little Fairy Dog wanna be!

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.