As seamstress to Fairies and mortal children alike,  I have seen many unusual sights. I spend the coldest days of winter and the wettest days of spring making costumes for children who want to dress as fairies as well as making real fairy wear for the fairy folk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A trend I have noticed in the past few years is how the Home Place Fairies are requesting more and more clothing that has human attributes, such as sneakers and blue jeans to wear under their fairy finery, even cowgirl boots! Human children are easy enough to measure and tailor to their costume needs. But fairy folk…whew that is altogether different.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

First of all, historically there have always been only so many days a year when the Home Place Fairies have had the ability to shape shift and increase their size to that of an average mortal child…..at which time I can measure and sew a garment fitting in size.  Once completed I sprinkle on a bit of fairy dust and the garments are enchanted forever and always. This enchantment allows their clothing to increase or decrease in size according to their fairy needs…and shape shifting hours. Well maybe I am just getting older or times are changing in the fairy realm, because the fairy folk around here seem to be shape shifting more than ever before. Why with the children dressing as fairies and the fairies wanting human wear, I tell you when the fairies shape shift to increase their size and then run about with the children, I can barely discern who is a true fairy and who be a mortal human child!

 

 

 

 

 

Blue fairies on the blue berry hill or are they children?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Paco has been known to dance with the Fae.

 

Are they shape-shifting  fairies with children and pets or are they children as fairies with pets?

At the end of the day does it matter?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy May Day from the Home Place Fairies and Old Horse!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spring Dreaming Fairy Garden in Maine

Click on the link above to enjoy, and remember to live your own great story!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The winter snows will eventually melt and spring will arrive followed by summer.

Long ago a small troop of Home Place Faires enchanted a garden on the north side of a small mountain somewhere in Maine.

If you would like to listen to some relaxing music and see some fairy colorful garden images please click below. Enjoy!

Maine Garden Magic. click to see slide show

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here Ye, Hear Ye… Spring is right around the corner!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The back meadow at my farm is visited daily by a flock of Robins as well as a gathering of Blue Jays.

How lovely the air smells, how soft the ground once hard has become beneath my rubber booted feet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soon fairies will awaken from their long winter slumber and leave the forest to join Old Horse and myself in the gardens.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For now I tidy up the glass greenhouse readying to start planting seeds; I  water the pithouse more often now as the temperatures rise; the sun shines brighter and the days are longer and warmer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Please click on the link below to enjoy a happy little spring time video.

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Dreaming … Spring is just around the corner!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“What if I fall?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Oh, but my darling,”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“What if you fly?”

 

 

 

 

 

So much magic and wonder surrounds us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The inhabitants of the Fairy Kingdom teach us about hope, and the magic of possibility.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About marching to your own drum no matter how different from those around you.

The world is full of wonder and the possibilities are endless.

 

Some Fairy Fun Facts;

Erin Hansen is an Australian Poet. When she was 18 years old she wrote this lovely poem which resonated around the world far and wide. Erin began writing seriously around age 11 and started a blog in 2011.

There is freedom waiting for you,

On the breezes of the sky,

And you ask “What if I fall?”

Oh, but my darling,

What if you fly?

Thank you Erin for telling your own story out loud.

 

Erin Hanson Poetry – Home | Facebook

 

Erin Hanson thepoeticunderground – The Poetry Marathon

 

A glorious winter morning in Maine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A day when Fairy Folk might come out into the gardens to dance and play.

Heaven on Earth with sky so blue.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spring is just around the corner…

 

Attached to our barn we have a pit greenhouse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our so called Pit House is a greenhouse buried 8 feet deep into the earth with a southern facing glass roof.

 

 

 

 

A wonderful haven where magic happens all year long.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brunhilde Toad and her sister Trixie winter here, it is their version of the tropics.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amaryllis flowers blossom among large pots of  Rosemary and  Scented Geraniums.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The earth banked sides retain solar warmth collected from the glass roof on sunny winter days.

 

 

 

Fairy Folk visit with me as I tend  herbs on the warmest of the winter days. They sprinkle fairy dust about which encourages the plants to continue to sprout, blossom and grow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some of my favorite children visit with the fairies as they help water the herbs sparingly during the long cold winter months.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spending an hour or two in this green and flowering little haven is truly magical, especially on a cold Maine winter day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I come from a long line of gardeners who were friends with the fairy folk, and many of them had pithouses as well as above ground glass greenhouses.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Each generation in my family there have been individuals who were friends with the Fairy Folk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And each generation has had their own Memory Keeper. I am the Memory Keeper for my generation. I am known as Seamstress to the Fairies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I make fairy clothing for the wee folk as well as enchanted wearable gardens for human believers of the Fae.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I‘ve also been known to write a fairy tale or two.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the winter when my gardens are asleep I enjoy spending quiet moments in my pit house enjoying the greenery and scent of herb flowers and warm rich earth on a snowy white day.

 

 

 

 

Cinnamon is a fairy happy bunny who spends the winter residing in the warmth and flora of our pit house along with his pal Toast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cinnamon and Toast are fairy small rabbits and very friendly, they tend to the winter pruning of my rather large Rosemary plants.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A little nibble here and a little nibble there, they keep these shrubs tidy and tame.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They also like to munch on tender little weeds who poke up through the sand and gravel floor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rosemary sparkled with fairy dust.

 

 

 

 

Here are some images of other pit greenhouses. They come in all sizes, but the concept is the same, each is a glass roofed structure nested snug into the warmth of Earth’s soil.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spring is right around the corner.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once a long, long time ago

I knew a little girl

who lived in a little house

in a little wood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The little girl lived with a fairy horse and two tame wolf dogs deep within an enchanted forest in a clearing by a stream.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Each day the little girl would walk with the animals through the forest learning from nature.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the years passed the little girl learned how to listen to all of the inhabitants of the forest and in time she spoke their languages.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By listening and looking closely the little girl discovered the diversity of other beings and how integral those differences are to the well being of all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the little girl grew she witnessed the brotherhood of every living thing.

 

Glossary:

integral:      essential

essential:    absolutely necessary

diversity:   of many different elements or types

brotherhood:  a feeling of closeness that exists between a group which chooses to live or work together

 

 

Our vintage 120 year old glass greenhouse has become a magnificent backdrop for a talented artist.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A playful prankster who finds great fun in nipping noses, ears and fingers as well as an enormous amount of satisfaction and delight in painting ice patterns on lucky window panes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jack Frost is believed by some to be the mischievous son of the Frost King. He is known as King of The Winter Spirits and is a member of the Fairy Kingdom. A talented traveling artist we consider ourselves fortunate to be the recipient of such fine artistry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jack Frost is said to have the power to freeze shadows and he paints the beautiful fern like whirls you see frozen on window panes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When a glass window pane is exposed to outside air that is extremely cold and inside air that is warmer and moist, water vapor condenses on the glass forming (Jack Frost) patterns. Imperfections and scratches or dust particles on the glass influence the types of patterns Jack Frost can create. Often called fern frost or ice flowers because of the patterns created.