Memories of springtime in a small garden in Maine.

Through the woodland from the Enchanted Forest into the garden the fairy children go.

A garden full of wonder where fairies sing to the flowers and dance as they scatter seeds and tend rose bushes, blueberries and herbs.

Occasionally granting wishes as they sing and they play.

Fairy Tales are true stories that maybe never happened…

Serenade for a Fairy Fine Dog.

Each day the little girl comes to visit Old Horse as he stands sentry to the hidden entrance of the Home Place Fairies winter chambers.

The little girl brings him fruit and carrots.

She pats him and laughs as he nudges her in greeting.

Old Horse whispers to her that spring is on it’s way, he knows this and he knows so much more.

Together they taste the magic of snow.

As darkness approaches the little girl bids him goodnight and walks home to her house in the woods.

Old Horse will be here tomorrow as he has been each and everyday.

He is her best friend as well as guardian of the Home Place Fairies.

All winter long Old Horse guards the entrance to the fairies chambers and each day the little girl comes to be with him.

Together they enjoy snow and dream of springtime flowers and fairy folk fluttering in the breeze.

Somewhere far away on the north side of small mountain is a garden filled with all sorts of magical possibilities.

A large and very beautiful garden that lays resting beneath a covering of soft white snow…

Experience a glimpse of this wonderland… as we dream together. The best is yet to be.

Let’s herald in this New Year and usher out this old.

Early in the afternoon a little girl rode her Snow Horse enchanted with the magic of new fallen snow.

When dusk approached the child headed home for hot cider with her family and friends; snow began  to fall .

Old Horse watched as the little girl departed. He would miss her laughter but knew she would return the next good day.

Long ago Old Horse was enchanted by the fairy folk. Though he ages he never grows old.

The view of my back meadow all covered with snow

And the grandchildren ask, “Where do the fairies go?”

“The fairies have left the meadows, the orchard, the gardens and Blue Fairy Hill for the warmth of their chambers in a Great Oak Tree.”

They fluttered through the gardens passing beneath the arbor where Arctic Hardy Kiwi grows.

Past the glass greenhouse where Paco romps in the snow.

Past the Fairy Wardrobe where mortal children dress up and play.

All is left as they left it, they will return in the spring.

Dream big

Let your imagination run free

Your potential for a creative life is as vast your desires

And as open as your mind.

Paint your world with the brightest colors you can conjure

Because Magic can truly happen,

Anywhere

The possibilities are endless.

Magic all around you

All you have to do…is look.