Home Place Fairies are always on the lookout for new and illuminating discoveries.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They search way down low, sprinkling nourishing fairy dust, encouraging the smallest of flowers to blossom and grow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fairies flutter up high into the tallest of trees where wondrous beings hover and fly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Don’t you know everyone has a Fairyland.”

      P.J. Travers

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes if a community is lucky they might have an individual or two who stands out for their selfless acts of giving. Here in mid coast Maine generations of children have been fortunate enough to have been acquainted with an entire family of such individuals whose hearts overflow with generosity and love. A big shout out to Miss. Bette, Miss. Angie, Miss. Jo, Mr. Jerry and Miss. Suzanne!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Wizard and I have hosted many annual end of the school year Grand Fairy Tea Parties for one of the most dynamic preschools we know of. Lovely Annie, a fairy fine wandering minstrel delights us with her music, she is beautiful to behold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Adults and children dance and prance as we parade through gardens with shy little fairies glimmering beside us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With the assistance of parents and friends wishes are collected from all of the children and deposited within a tiny wicker basket. This basket is dusted with magical fairy dust, carefully attached to environmentally safe balloons and carried by the currents of the wind to Fairyland. What fun on a brilliant day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s a little movie/ slideshow of our wonderful morning of celebration. Click on the link below…enjoy.

Grand Fairy Tea Party

I wonder what kinds of wishes the fairies received?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Magic Happens in Every Garden.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All you have to do is look.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Helping the Home Place Fairies spread fairy dust on lovely June Poppies in Maine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here Ye, Here Ye,

Come together in Celebration,

both young and old.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today is the day, it’s that time of the year…

The Grand Fairy Tea Party!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A culmination of Summer from Spring,

when Fairy Folk and humans gather together

for joyous song and dancing,

appreciation and respect.

 

 

 

 

 

The Fairies announce this gathering

and welcome you here.

 

 

Sydney rests under the arbor of arctic kiwi.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A lovely little Fairy prepares to sprinkle this mornings ration of fairy dust.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fairies believe in the Magic of Possibilities.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They understand the power of wishful thinking and the magic that is nature and the natural world surrounding us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lula Belle is the tallest of the Home Place Fairy Folk and because of this one fact she is the first of the fairies to emerge from their winter chambers each and every spring.

Her job is to determine exactly when the spring winds are just right for sprinkling  fairy dust on the blueberry fields here in Maine.

 

 

 

 

 

Today the sun came out from behind the clouds as a gentle wind blew in from the north west. Lula Belle determined these conditions were perfect for dusting the fields.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lulla Belle calls out to her fairy companions,  “Come, sprinkle fairy dust to help encourage the blueberries to flourish and grow. ” The other fairies are feeling rather shy after spending the long cold winter in their cozy chambers. They’ve not once opened their wings to flutter or fly all winter and are feeling a bit timid and shy about doing so after all this time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The smallest of the fairies, being the most curious sets off, following a sparkle of Lula Belle’s fairy dust which leads to a cluster of human children who’ve heard the fairies whispering and seen their twinkling lights.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The fairies chose to shape shift, increasing their size so they can play with the children while they work their magic. This is a privilege allowed to fairies on a single spring day each and every year for one a single hour.

 

 

 

 

 

A little girl leads the fairies to the Sacred Cairn of Rocks where another child waits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everywhere the fairies run is illuminated by sparkling fairy dust twinkling and bright.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Together with the children by their sides the fairies look over the magnificent countryside and honor the vast landscape which lay before them. Being fairies they find they are eager not only to run with the children but to soar across the fields and fly!

 

 

 

 

 

The fairies continue playing with the children as they sprinkle the blueberry fields all alight with their magical dust. When twilight sets in they will shape shift back to their original sizes, say goodbye to their human companions and fly back to their magical chambers as the children walk home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lula Belle will be the last of the fairy folk to leave. She is happy how everywhere she looks is now sparkled bright with fairy dust to nourish the blueberry fields all through the springtime, twinkling and shimmering each and every night.

 

 

Lilac season here on the north side of a small mountain in Maine begins during the last weeks of May and if weather permits it can last well until the end of June.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A hedgerow of common Lilacs both white and shades of purplish pink welcomes quests to our farm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Very early in the morning Home Place Fairies arrive and begin to sprinkle the gardens here with fairy dust, which encourages plants to vibrantly sprout, blossom and grow.

Each and every morning I like to do a walk about the farm greeting the wildlings as they awaken and the fairies as they arrive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brunhilde Toad is a good friend of mine, she along with her sister Trixie are magical toads and they live in Madeline’s Enchanted Boarding House. Brunhilde seemed awake rather bright and early this morning, saying, “Deep in the garden lays a wonderful surprise.” Then she casually hopped past on her way to tell her sister what she’d seen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Being magical Toads Brunhilde and Trixie have pretty much everything they wish for.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I noticed Robin had laid one perfect egg in her sweet little nest which the fairy folk have already sprinkled with magical dust for protection.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I met Old Horse as he was just returning from his morning walk with a group of twinkling fairy folk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fairy Wardrobe Chamber sat quietly waiting for when human children might arrive. She holds many secrets and all sorts of possibilities.

As a  Fairy Magical Chamber she is filled with garments created by the Seamstress to the Fairies and enchanted with fairy dust.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just as the sun began her morning rise fairies began to sprinkle the garden with fairy dust ground precious and fine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Each morning is different, no day is ever exactly the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today as I walked about I thought something seemed different somehow, the birds were chirping louder, and Old Horse had returned from his walk earlier than is usual.

And so I looked about the garden searching for a clue.

I came upon Eugene Troll’s large sturdy wooden chair, nothing seemed amiss, but where in fact was Eugene Troll, I wondered ?

Only to remember trolls always return to their underground chambers at the first sign of morning’s light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fairy folk had already dusted the arbor of arctic hardy kiwi and all seemed as it should be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Continuing on my merry way I looked high and I looked low seeing nothing unusual, when I spied well into the garden’s center, the most charming little mailbox I ever did see.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This turned out to be the delightful Miss. Millicent Mae Mailbox. Millicent Mae glistened and glowed; greeting me with a twinkle and a flutter. She had wings! And she spoke!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Millicent Mae told me she had been made by Eugene the Troll from the Knoll out of fine metals mined by trolls from the hills, far beyond the Enchanted Forest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She said Fairies enchanted her, gifting her wings, the powers of invisibility and when and if she so chose it, the ability to fly! Oh, and yes…she was a shape shifter, meaning she can enlarge or decrease her size as it suits her.

No ordinary mailbox is Miss. Millicent Mae, but a fairy special one indeed. Her purpose is to receive hopes, dreams and wishes from children and grown ups and deliver them to Fairyland.

She was on a mission looking for a fairy special location in which to offer her services.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I never met this little mailbox before and I am so happy to know her name for she did not stay, she chatted with me only briefly as she brightly twinkled, glistened, glimmered and glowed. Cheerfully saying she would be back in 6 days time when the sun shined bright, then she twinkled one last time and poof!

She was gone!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remarkable really, what you might find in a garden if only you look.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fairy Folk are clever and spry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They are ageless, helpful, resourceful and can be mischievous too.

Fairy Folk have been around since the beginnings of Time.

Summer is when they reign in all their glory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So take note some full moon summer’s eve, perhaps what you perceive as some tiny little firefly is actually a wee small fairy out dancing in the moonlight.