These photos were taken at days end. The Wizard and I had walked to the top of our Blueberry hill to watch the sun set and I took these photos as the sky dramatically changed, all in less than fifteen minutes.

A glorious half rainbow formed to the north fading before us as the sun began her descent heavy and low behind the western mountains.

Rain blew in from the west passing over and above us like a long misty road of fog.

The hills were for a brief while illuminated by the fading glow of the sun.

And then just like that the sky was darkening…

As the fairy folk began to shimmer and shine.

Acknowledgement : The action of expressing gratitude or appreciation of something.

I wanted to share this card of thanks I received from a very enthusiastic group of well mannered children who attend a dynamic preschool in a town by the sea here in Maine.

These children love fairies and for the past several years have danced and pranced in my fairy dresses which the real Home Place Fairies have enchanted with fairy dust to everyone’s delight. A big shout out of appreciation to Miss Bette, Miss Angie and Mr. Jerry whose hearts are so full of giving and whose guidance and caring have touched so many!

Full August Moon rising over our blueberry barrens in Maine.

Native North American Indian Tribes have different names for the August Full Moon. One of the most popular names is the Sturgeon Moon because this large fish is caught in the Great Lakes during this time. Another name is the Full Red Moon because it often appears through a sultry reddish haze. The Dakotah Sioux call the August full moon “The Moon When All Things Ripen”. The Ojibwa tribe of Northern Minnesota and Canada call this the Blueberry Moon, because this is the season when the berries on their lands ripen. Here on the north side of a small mountain in Maine it is blueberry harvesting time. We are thankful for this season’s bountiful harvest and honor the moon and all the fairy folk who helped to sweeten the fruit to ripening. This August full moon is also being called a Super-moon because it occurred when the moon was closet to Earth in it’s orbit.

Here at the farm children dance with fairy folk by the light of the moon.

Fairies by moonlight sparkle and glow, enchanting the barrens where the blueberries grow. Have you ever walked in the evening with the fairy folk? Like little lanterns or fireflies they glimmer and shine, illuminating my pathway as I walk in the silence of a full August Moon. Everywhere I look around myself is peaceful, perfect… as if walking in a dream.