{"id":3047,"date":"2025-12-03T19:13:21","date_gmt":"2025-12-03T19:13:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/homeplacefairies.com\/blog\/?p=3047"},"modified":"2025-12-03T18:00:07","modified_gmt":"2025-12-03T18:00:07","slug":"where-do-fairies-go-when-it-snows","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.homeplacefairies.com\/blog\/?p=3047","title":{"rendered":"Where Do Fairies Go When It Snows?"},"content":{"rendered":"

C<\/strong>hildren have been asking this question for generations.<\/p>\n

A<\/strong> wonderful book of poems called “Beyond The Mountain<\/em>” by Sarah Stokes Halkett<\/em> published in 1917 asks this same question.<\/p>\n

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H<\/strong>ere in Maine on the north side of a small mountain I am Seamstress to a troop of Home Place Fairies.<\/p>\n

I<\/strong> sew and weave a very elaborate assortment of clothing for these fairies to suit their needs.<\/p>\n

I<\/strong> also create with the fairies assistance what I like to call, “wearable gardens” for human children.<\/p>\n

T<\/strong>he Home Place Fairies in turn help the Wizard and I care for the orchards on our farm as well as assist bees pollinating flower and vegetable gardens and fields of organic blueberries.<\/p>\n

O<\/strong>ld Horse is Guardian of the Home Place Fairies and has lived here at the farm as long as anyone can remember.<\/p>\n

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L<\/strong>ong ago enchanted by the Fairies, he ages though he never grows old.<\/p>\n

S<\/strong>o where do the fairies go when it snows ….<\/p>\n

O<\/strong>ld Horse knows , but he’s not saying.<\/p>\n

T<\/strong>his sweet poem from “Beyond The Mountain” was asking that same question in 1917 and well, it’s still being asked today.<\/p>\n

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The Snowdrops<\/strong><\/p>\n

Where do the pretty fairies go<\/em><\/p>\n

When the world is white with snow?<\/em><\/p>\n

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I asked the sun, he did not know,<\/em><\/p>\n

He never saw the fairies go.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Where do the gentle fairies stay<\/em><\/p>\n

When all the world is cold and gray?<\/em><\/p>\n

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I asked the moon, he could not say;<\/em><\/p>\n

He too wonders where the fairies stay.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Where do the pretty fairies hide<\/em><\/p>\n

When on the snow we slip and slide?<\/em><\/p>\n

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I asked the stars, they only sighed;<\/em><\/p>\n

It’s lonely when the fairies hide.<\/em><\/p>\n

Where do the pretty fairies go?<\/em><\/p>\n

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I think perhaps the flowers know<\/em><\/p>\n

I’ll wait until the snowdrops grow,<\/em><\/p>\n

And ask them where the fairies go.<\/em><\/p>\n

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F<\/strong>airies are mysterious little beings and maybe we as humans are not meant to know the answer to every little thing.<\/p>\n

P<\/strong>ossibly real magic rests in faith and believing in possibilities which you cannot always see;<\/p>\n

M<\/strong>aybe magic is the same as dreaming and wishing upon stars .<\/p>\n

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