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.

Autumn Falls in a splash of vibrant color on the north side of a small mountain in Maine.

It is late September and we are busy harvesting crops.

The last peaches, along with pears, apples and grapes are being picked, canned or frozen.

Humans and Fairy Folk work together gathering fruits, nuts and vegetables here at the Farm.

Fairies sprinkled fairy dust sweetening ripened fruits and vegetables which we and the Gnomes gather to store for the winter.

The entire Fairy Kingdom is busy collecting food for the long cold winter months ahead.

Luna the Fairy Dog and Old Horse always take time out from their chores to play with the shape shifting Fairies and human children.

Summer is ending here in Maine.

A brisk chill fills the air as evening approaches and dew is on the meadow.

This morning I caught a glimpse of two hard working Home Place Fairies as they wheeled a wooden cart towards my peach orchard.

The rest of their day will be spent preparing the peaches for winter storage.

The fairies will fill jars of cling peaches; they will make peach cobbler, peach crisp and even peach pie!

After a long winter spring is truly here on the north side of a small mountain in Maine and the Home Place Fairy Folk  greet the sun in between clouds with laughter and music.

No morning would be complete without greeting Old Horse.

There are chores to tend and Fairies are grateful to be of service.

Fairy Folk  pay close attention to detail; this little fairy is contemplating sprinkling  a wee bit of fairy dust onto a golden forsythia to give her a bit more sparkle and glow.

Happy spring and enjoy the sun!

Wishing a Fairy Fine Mother’s Day to Mothers everywhere!

Remember to live your own great story, the possibilities are endless.

Sagrado Arbol de Ceiba, Kalimba la Musica a los Caballos

Sacred Ceiba Tree, Kalimba Music to the Horses.

“No sabes que todo el mundo tiene un pais hadas propio?”

“Don’t you know, everybody’s got a Fairyland of their own?”

P.T.Travers

Go ahead, live your own great story.