Magical Hills

The hills here in Maine are filled with all kinds of Magic.

Fairy Hills








All one has to do is look … fairy folk everywhere!



Butterflies in Fairyland

Magic happens in every garden.

Butterflies of Hope

Apples, Pears, Peaches

It’s Autumn harvest time at the farm.





















and late fall peaches…


















With Fairy Folk we harvest our fruits to bake, freeze and store for the winter.











Wood Nymphs and Bunnies


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As Autumn begins to wane Fairy Folk are busy preparing for winter.

Magic of Blue Fairy Hill








The blueberry barrens on top of Blue Fairy Hill twinkle with fairy dust encouraging plants to surrender their leaves of scarlet and gold.

Wood Nymph Gathers the Bunnies










Meanwhile deep within the enchanted forest a Wood Nymph gathers together all of the bunnies.

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Wood Nymphs have a natural affinity for the gentlest and most defenseless beings who inhabit the forest.

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Singing chants only Wood Nymphs know, they cast powerful spells transforming bunny brown summer fur into a safer winter white.

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Wood Nymphs are as gentle as they are efficient and each bunny once enchanted is returned to his or her own burrow with care.

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Late in Autumn as dusk falls the veil that separates our mortal world from the Fairy Realm blurs for a bit…and if you look carefully, listening with your heart as well as your ears.., you just might…

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hear the lovely song of a Wood Nymph as she sings to bunnies turning soft brown summer fur into protective winter white.




Dancing With the Fairies.

Here on the north side of a small mountain in Maine Autumn has arrived in full glory. Days have grown shorter, the air has become a bit sharp and cold; leaves changed color, falling softly to the ground.

With the final passing of summer’s warmth the Home Place Fairy Folk retreat to their chambers deep within the trunk of an ancient oak tree where they will spent the long cold months of winter in a deep slumber.

It is said there is a long standing tradition among these Fairies. That if they are asked sincerely and politely enough by a human child right before the final leaves have fallen, they will emerge from their winter chambers one last time to perform The Last Dance of Autumn with that child.



Apples to Harvest

October is apple season in Maine.

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It is when the Fairy Kingdom and mankind merge together working side by side to harvest nature’s bounty.

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Humans unlike Fairy Folk cannot always see what lays directly before them, so although fairy folk work along side us they most often remain invisible to the average mortal’s eye.

Fairies and Gnomes and even the tall elegant Wizard can wander about undetected while sweetening and gathering apples at our farm.

It is usually children who catch a glimpse of them and of course the Wildlings.

On rare occasions an adult will come along who has not lost their magic of believing and for them the The Kingdom of Childhood, the gateway  to The Fairy Realm remains wide open.

It is these few individuals who will see the fairies who live and work by our side.

Gnomes Harvesting apples










Gnomes collect tender apples sweetened by fairy dust which glimmer and glow.

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The Wizard samples the first apple picked this season for flavor, nodding his approval.

The Fairies have sprinkled the proper amount of fairy dust for taste and sweetness.

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After gathering  apples the Gnomes consult with The Wizard of Time regarding the weather.

This Wizard is very wise and he watches over all of the Fairy Kingdom.

He reassures the Gnomes that all will be well as they slumber through the winter months in their cozy chambers.

The Wizard knows that time moves forward and that faith is as important as the air we breathe.

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After our family has harvested their apples we gather bushel basket fulls into the greenhouse where we will sort them for eating and pressing into cider.







Home Place Fairies wheel apples to their home within the heart of an ancient tree.

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Trolls and Gnomes with the help of Fairy Dogs will carry baskets and sacks filled with apples to secret root cellars hidden on the Knoll.

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This evening we humans will savor the fragrance of apples baking. Tomorrow we will bring them to The Magician and His Lady of The Orchards for pressing into cider.

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Just before departing into the Enchanted Forest the Fairies peek into our greenhouse filled with a bounty they helped bring to fruition, while a little girl in red boots dances a jig on the table.

HPF Autumn Sky at dusk





When the sun sets all Fairies, Trolls and Gnomes have retired to their chambers and we to our cozy home by a fire; the Wizard to his tower on the hill.

This is the hour when nocturnal Wildlings awaken, returning to the orchard, meadow and gardens, where they will feast upon dropped apples, late peaches and pears.


A bit of Home Place Fairy Lore:

Did you know that each of the Gnomes from the Knoll has their very own Fairy Dog? Well, they do.These tiny dogs are loyal companions and like most fairy folk they have the power to shape shift and increase in size. They also posses the power of partial invisibility, meaning they can make their wings invisible and appear as any average mortal dog.

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Gnomes are playful folk and Fairy Dogs are too. But don’t be fooled, what looks like play is also about getting the job done. Gnomes are responsible for making sure each and every piece of fruit has been properly dusted by the Fairies for taste and painted by the Pixies for color. Then with the help of large invisible Trolls, Gnomes have the task of gathering enough fruits for distribution to the entire Fairy Realm.

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Fairy dogs love to run and flutter following Gnomes; in the process they prevent any magical dust from settling on the ground.

The Fairies to the Meadow Arrive at Dusk











1 Harvest time is here










Late  September is harvest time . The Home Place Fairy Folk and I have been busy gathering vegetables,  late season fruits such as apples and grapes as well as flowers and herbs . Vegetables are cleaned and frozen for consuming during the long cold months of winter. Herbs and flowers are gathered and hung to dry.

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A little bit of fairy dust goes a long way to sweeten and ripen fruits and flowers.

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Helpful children tend the gardens as Fairy’s dust sparkles and twinkles all around them.

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Our greenhouse is filled with tomatoes for ripening just before the frost arrives. A few branches of arctic hardy kiwi rests in the foreground of this photograph. Huge kiwi vines cover one of my arbors with thousands of little fruits; they will be perfectly ripened after the second gentle frost of fall.

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Small children gather sunflower seed for birds and wee wildlings; tiny field mice and chipmunks.

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Gardens are like magical kingdoms, they are filled with mystery.

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The Home Place Fairy Folk work hard tending my gardens but always make time each and every day to dance and be merry.

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At day’s end when the fairies are done with both work and play, they leave the gardens, fields and orchards as they flutter and march one by one into The Enchanted Woodland.  Their home is a beautiful chamber snug and warm, hidden deep within the trunk of a grand oak tree.

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I collect my days harvest as the last fairies depart for the evening and I bless the Little People, forever grateful for the loveliness of this magical world all around me .

The End of The Summer Daze












Magic happens in every garden.

Magic Happens In Every Garden










All one has to do is look.

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Late September, October is on the rise as summer gives way and autumn begins to fall.







Winter is not far on the horizon and springtime is just a memory away.

So many tiny wonders everywhere.




Autumn Falls








The view from my bedroom window this morning as the sun rose in the east.








Wearing a moss green cape to ward off an early morning chill I set out early into my gardens with Paco to nibble on Arctic Hardy Kiwi and say hello to Old Horse.








Then I ventured into the forest, enjoying the painted colors of nature;

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the majestic beauty of ferns and trees accompanied by the sound of leaves twirling as autumn fell down all around me.

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I came upon a fairy boulder rising proud among the ferns, where dust scattered by the wee folk still glimmered and glowed.

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After a while I circled round and wandered back towards the Fairy Wardrobe Chamber where mortal children enter and exit dressed up like the Fae.

As I headed back towards my little farmhouse I heard a creaking upon the walk of stone and spied three little Home Place Fairy Folk busy with their chores.

One Fairy pulled a wooden cart, another pushed from behind; the smallest of the three sat atop their gatherings tucked safely within.

Busy collecting provisions for the long cold winter ahead these fairies had no time to stop and chatter so just waved and smiled instead.








Across the roadway of interludes they went heading for the orchard where apples have ripened and the arctic kiwi grows.








After a long day of foraging and gathering fruits and herbs to dry the fairies headed down the road to Blueberry Hill where they say goodnight to the fading sun, dance in the twilight and greet the new moon.








I too climbed the hill just before dusk enchanted by the native blueberry barrens whose fields roll far and wide turning from shades of blue to leaves of scarlet, brilliant in hue.

Each and every day I am grateful for the opportunity to step outward and move forward, for the ability to look outside of myself and discover something new.








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

P.L. Travers … Mary Poppins









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