Magic Happens in Every Garden
Home Place Fairy Folk are busy working the gardens here at my farm.
This morning I invited this sweet little shape shifting fairy inside for honey sweetened biscuits, fruit and cheese….
She happily accepted my invitation and brought me a brilliant bouquet of forsythia.
Happy Spring!
The fairy folk have been quiet this past month as spring has been late to arrive in these north country hills.
Recently I caught sight of these two fairies out and about enjoying an afternoon of welcome sun.
Home Place Fairies practice gentle acts of kindness by sharing as well as always lending a helping hand.
Old Horse is Guardian of the Home Place Faires, he watches over them and protects them. Tallulah Blue is one of the oldest of the Home Place Fairies, she is very beautiful and very wise.
Each spring Tallulah Blue along with her fairy friends NightinGale and Little Lu gather twigs of apple and pear which they dip into the enchanted waters of the Stream of Dreams making powerful wands.
All in all, just another magical day in Fairyland.
Children and Fairies ascend the hill during the magical hours when Fairy Folk are actively shape shifting.
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?
Spring Dreaming Fairy Garden in Maine
Click on the link above to enjoy, and remember to live your own great story!
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.
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.
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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.
Somewhere far away in New England on the north side of a mountain in a village of hope, a small troop of Home Place Fairies gather together in the deepest hours of twilight. On this evening each year they have the ability to shape shift, increasing their size to that of mortal children. In order to do so they must shed their wings and leave them behind closeted deep within their chambers of an old oak tree.
While a human child slumbers in a farmhouse nearby the fairies happily gather stardust to grind into powder, precious and fine.
Filling finely woven willow baskets the fairies look high and they look low. Sensing the sleeping child they enter her dream. All the while an old horse stands watching , he’s waited many years for this day.
They are the Wand Makers and this is their hour . These fairies have no time to waste as they march across the meadow through the forest to the Stream of Dreams.
Here stands La Rosa, she is the Wand Keeper .
It is during these twilight hours of enchantment that stars reflections drop from the sky. Floating down the Stream of Dreams they are captured by the fairies on twigs of apple, ash and oak, creating powerful wands.
The Wand Makers must work together in tandem capturing enough starlight to empower all of their wands for one full year. Only on this day early each spring, before the buds turn green can they work this magic.
The Fairies work hard and in silence, with great concentration. They must not miss one starlight’s reflection as each represents a mortal child ‘s dream.
“Old Horse is waiting and time is running short. ” La Rosa tells the Wand Makers .
Nightingale and Lula Belle join Old Horse who has been watching and waiting near by.
Old Horse follows Nightingale. He’s been through this before and he knows what must be done.
To the edge of the meadow where the ancient orchard grows they take him, while in the farmhouse a girl child lays dreaming of starlight, and wands.
Old Horse bows his head as the fairies work their magic. He is re-enchanted with everlasting time. Though he ages he never grows old.
Into the little girl’s dream the fairies enter. “Come with us.” they whisper to the sleeping child.
And so the girl follows the fairies and Old Horse follows them, deeper into her dream they go.
As darkness begins to fade and dawn is on the rise the fairies gather their wands and stardust. Quickly they must head back to their chambers. At the entrance they will shape shift back to their wee size, adorn their wings and into the garden take flight.
In the morning when the little girl awakens, she walks far into the meadow where the orchard grows. She sees an old horse standing, waiting and she knows he is there for her; she recognizes him from her dreams. Together they walk as she leads him out of his past and into their future.
The following is such a beautiful story of one man’s generosity , one I thought worth repeating.
It is a mere a sketch of a story, as it really is Ryan’s story and therefore his for the telling.
Every once in a while you meet someone who’s living their dreams.
Ryan is such a person, and on the day he arrived in my gardens with Lady Katherine I could not help but notice how the birds sang louder; how flowers appeared more colorful and how the Fairy Folk instead of hiding fluttered freely as if welcoming one of their own. Even shy Luna the Enchanted Puppet showed herself, happily welcoming these guests.
A world traveler Ryan had just returned from South America, Thailand, India and Nepal.
Enchanted by the sound of an ancient Indian violin Ryan had traveled all the way to India in hopes of finding a teacher and learning to play.
An amazing journey.
Below is a short video tale of what happened the day Ryan found his way into my garden.
The Traveler, The Camel and The Hand Pan
The background music is mbira, as the Fairies themselves have whispered I play.
Greetings from the endless garden of the mind…where color and flowers are always in bloom.
Follow your heart; and live your own great story out loud.
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