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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I spied two sweet little fairies walking out of the forest this morning.

One little fairy was helping the other little fairy light her wand

Then the two little fairies walked far out into the meadow with their wands held high, twinkling and bright.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As Seamstress to the Fairies I have been very fortunate to be included in many of the Fairy Kingdoms celebrations and festivities.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of course naturally over time I was bound to meet and marry a Wizard, which I did a long time ago.

He’s an extraordinary Wizard who also happens to be a very talented glass artist.

This is a beautiful creation of his honoring the Home Place Fairies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the snow falls my granddaughters ask me,” Nana where do the fairies go”.

Children have been asking that question for generations.

Here is a wonderful little poem written in 1917 and published in her book “Beyond The Mountain” by Sarah Stokes Halkett that asks the same question in a very delightful way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Snowdrops

 

Where do the pretty fairies go

When the world is white with snow?

I asked the sun, he did not know,

He never saw the fairies go.

 

 

 

 

 

Where do the gentle fairies stay

When all the world is cold and gray?

I asked the moon, he could not say;

He too wonders where the fairies stay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where do the little fairies hide

When on the ice we slip and slide?

I asked the stars, they only sighed;

It’s lonely when the fairies hide.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where do the pretty fairies go?

I think perhaps the flowers know

I’ll wait until the snowdrops grow,

And ask them where the fairies go.

 

This morning’s view from my Fairy Wardrobe Chamber, a place where mortal children may mingle with genuine fairies while trying on costumes and selecting magical musical instruments for pleasure.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The potential for “magical” expression rests within each and everyone of us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is in our ordinary day to day life experiences that opportunities for creativity lie waiting to be released and shared with those around us.

Many years ago the Wizard built this magical building for me as a potting shed for my gardens.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

However both the shed and I had other ideas. No ordinary potting shed was this building meant to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Enchanted by the Home Place Fairies with possibilities this little shed took on a life of her own,  becoming known as The Fairy Wardrobe Chamber.

 

 

 

 

 

Each year children come from near and far entering this magical chamber with great anticipation and lots of untapped imagination.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This Fairy Wardrobe Chamber encourages children to slow down and take their time; to look closely at the smallest of things, those objects often overlooked which reside just a wee bit above, below or around themselves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Little Wardrobe Chamber is filled with exquisite items of beauty and curiosity and her collection of musical instruments is ever expanding.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fairy Wardrobe encourages children to use their imaginations and adorn themselves in her finery and go outdoors to play.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once children have selected costumes they enter into the gardens, all of which have been enchanted with real fairy dust (of course) .

 

 

 

and somehow…  nothing ever seems quite the same as it did before.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Possibilities for expression surround us everywhere, all one has to do is look.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silence has it’s own special kind of magic,

Just as singing does.

 

 

 

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…

 

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

 

Spring Dreaming.

Click on link below for a fairy fine spring video.

Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Music: Seamstress to the Fairies, original composition on electric mbira.