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Wandering about one fine autumn day, I spied two little fairy folk meandering with wands.

The two fairies stopped by the wayside as they wandered up Blue Fairy Hill, mumbling to themselves, wondering where their companion, their tiny sister Fae had wondered off to. Where did she go?

Red Cap and Pink Hat wondered as they wandered to the top of Blue Fairy Hill, where could their sister fairy Fae have wandered, where might she be?

When they reached the crest of the hill they both looked to the north; they both looked to the south,

They stood together and they stood apart.

Red Cap looked to the east; Pink Hat looked to the west,

No little fairy did they see.

They looked and they watched as the sun began to set,

as fairy dust they scattered across the fields sparkled and glowed.

Soon they headed down the hill back to the road calling Fae’s name, which is all just part of the three fairy sister’s game of hiding and seeking.

When they were back wandering the road, Red Cap whispered over her shoulder,  “Oh where have you wandered tiny sister Fae?”  “We cannot find you and want you to come with us and play.” 

When Red Cap turned around forward, startled was she, for there stood tiny sister Fae all giggling and laughing, and she said, “Are you okay?”  Tiny little Fae just laughed out loud, “Simply wanderful!”

“Wonderful!” whispered Red Cap. And off all three wandered, as dusk turned into night, their wands all sparkling as they giggled with delight.

The Lost Kingdom of Childhood where what you dream becomes real.

Tiny wonders

everywhere.

Here in Maine wood is used as a heat source and all sorts of wood burning stoves warm many a mortals home from within.

As  November rolls around more often than not the ground is gently blanketed under a light coating of white snow.

The ground remains bare of winter white and the temperatures are warm enough for fairy folk to leave their cozy chambers where they happily flutter and dance outdoors in the crisp fresh air.

Recently in a sleepy little town not far from the sea, a group of Home Place Fairies came upon a meticulously stacked wood pile.

Without corners, this wood pile was well rounded and humped.

The Home Place Fairies thought it the most beautiful wood pile they had ever seen.

They were delighted thoughtful humans had taken so much care to honor a tree that gave up his wood for fires that would keep their family home warm.

The Fairies were so delighted that they sprinkled the wood pile with enchanted fairy dust adding extra warmth to each and every fire these humans would light to warm their home.

Then the Fairies returned to their chambers, happy to have discovered humans appreciative enough to honor a once living tree.

For whatever reason the day after and the day after that were just as warm as the ones before and the Fairy Folk  again left their chambers for fresh air.

Deciding to pay another visit to the beautifully stacked wood pile they were delighted to see the homeowners had begun stacking another pile of wood  just as beautifully but with a message for the Fairy Folk embedded within.

And wouldn’t you know it, this message set the little Fairies hearts all a flutter.

This morning presented as a spectacularly warm and wonderful blue sky November day so I decided to go visit the Home Place Fairy Folk.

This time of year they do not leave their cozy winter chambers unless the temperatures rise and the sky is blue, and then they flutter outdoors, flying and dancing , happy as only fairies can be!

Taking the opportunity to enjoy this fine day together I walked with my fairy friends who flew to the Magic Waterfall hidden deep within the Forest of Possibilities. We kept an eye out for our good friend Sir William Lion Kneels, a noble Troll Guardian of the falls. Sir William lives beneath the falls in a spacious cave lined with tourmaline and rock crystals.

Sir William is rather solitary and can be surly but he’s big and tender with a heart of gold.

Unfortunately we did not see him today as he was away foraging for edibles.

On our return to the fairy’s chambers we spotted a little girl all alone with her cuddly soft fluffy pal, on Blue Fairy Hill gazing at the sun which had just begun to set.

The fairies and I couldn’t help but wonder what her dreams might be.

Remember your dreams help to define you, they have the power to give you wings.

“The same substance composes us…the tree overhead, the stone beneath us, the bird, the beast, the star, we are all one, all moving to the same end.”

P.L. Travers, Mary Poppins

A wee bit of November greenhouse magic.

Magic happens in every garden.

Tiny wonders surround us each and everyday.

All one has to do is look.

Don”t worry things aren’t as they appear; these little fellas are not as snarly as they look.

They are members of the Fairy Realm, Theodore Troll and Horatio Hobgoblin and they are kindly setting out lanterns so trick or treaters do not stumble in the dark.

Trolls and Hobgoblins do this every year and are responsible for most of the lighting on Halloween staying lit.

Their lanterns and lights guide costumed trick or treaters on the one evening of the year when their presence does not instill terror and fear.

They know humans too often judge what they see with their eyes and not with their hearts. Because of this Trolls and Hobgoblins generally keep to themselves living deep in forest caves or beneath mounds up on the Knoll.

All Hallows Eve or Halloween is the one night when all members of the Fairy Realm can walk among Humans completely undetected, even the humble little Hobgoblins and Trolls.

Halloween is a favorite occasion for all beings of the Fairy Kingdom; especially the Home Place Fairies.

On this date each year from dusk to midnight, Home Place Fairy folk  have the ability to shape shift and increase their size to that of mortal children.

Being mischievous little pranksters they take great pleasure in having a few hours in which  to walk undetected  among costumed mortals.

So look closely when you hear that knock on your door tonight…is this really a costumed child or a clever shape shifting fairy increased to mortal size ?

Happy Halloween Everybody!

Autumn has come to the north side of a small mountain in Maine.

Through the greenhouse door into our orchard children go.

Where apple trees whose fruits have been  sweetened by Home Place Fairy Folk are harvested.

Children gather together collecting the bounty of an ancient Wolf River apple tree which we will press into cider, cook into sauce and bake into pies.

Together children play as they harvest,

and sing as they dance.

As Autumn falls all around… all around

Thank you children for helping harvest and thank you Home Place Fairies for sweetening our fruit trees and encouraging them to grow!