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!!!!!

Merry Christmas!!!

Some people believe there are fairies wherever there are children, gardens and pets and some people do not believe in fairies and probably never will.

High upon the Blue Fairy Hill among the fields once blue two little friends set out hoping they might be lucky enough to catch sight of a Home Place Fairy or two.

On the hillside they saw a twinkle, just one tiny little glimmer of light.

“What do you think “,  said one child to the other, “Is this a lone fairy or a single sparkling light?”

“I am not sure”, said her friend, “This hill is getting steeper and that light is climbing higher than I want to go. I think I will turn back for my supper”.

So the one child climbed on all alone with her Teddy to the top of the hill.

When she reached the highest peak  she was very tired so she sat down to rest taking in the view.

The sun began to set rewarding her with the sight of three dancing fairies as they bid farewell to the day and welcomed the night.

Not everyone believes in fairies but if you look real close you might just find them right there beside you.

A thick grey fog rolled into and over the back meadows and gardens this morning,

It is dusk now and that fog is still here.

After a series of seemingly endless days of November gray I find myself dreaming of summer.

I dream of fairy folk dancing in the meadows scattering fairy dust at work and at play.

I dream of Old Horse standing sentry, watching over my gardens on a warm sunny day.

I think of Grand Fafa and how he watches over each and every one of us as he always did and continues to do so day after day.

Memories warm us from within, coloring even the grayest of days with the brilliance of all we have loved.

Early November in Maine can be rather nippy and chill.

The sunrise viewed over our back meadow, is glorious and ever changing.

The early morning sky can become a vibrant palate of colors  swiftly changing until the sun herself has fully risen.

As winter approaches the Home Place Fairies slumber late into the day; nestled deep within their cozy winter chambers inside an ancient oak tree.

On occasion I visit with the fairies before the deep snow of winter sets in.

Old Horse is Guardian of the Home Place Fairies.

He stands sentry, guarding the secret entrance to their winter chambers.

Long ago he was enchanted by the fairies and though he ages, he never grows old.

Magic surrounds us, all one has to do is look.