Dreaming of Springtime Fairies

In the springtime fairy folk flutter and wander in the gardens here at the farm.

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You may spy a fairy or two fluttering about if you have patience and know where and how to look for them.

The secret is that Home Place Fairies inhabit only land and homes that are well cared for and loved.

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Look about yourself today, look real closely and a Home Place Fairy you might just see.

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Tiny wonders everywhere!

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All you have to do is look.

 

Where Do Fairies Go When It Snows?

Children have been asking this question for generations.

A wonderful book of poems called “Beyond The Mountain” by Sarah Stokes Halkett published in 1917 asks this same question.

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Here in Maine on the north side of a small mountain I am Seamstress to a troop of Home Place Fairies.

I sew and weave a very elaborate assortment of clothing for these fairies to suit their needs.

I also create with the fairies assistance what I like to call, “wearable gardens” for human children.

The Home Place Fairies in turn help the Wizard and I care for the orchards on our farm as well as assist bees pollinating flower and vegetable gardens and fields of organic blueberries.

Old Horse is Guardian of the Home Place Fairies and has lived here at the farm as long as anyone can remember.

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Long ago enchanted by the Fairies, he ages though he never grows old.

So where do the fairies go when it snows ….

Old Horse knows , but he’s not saying.

This sweet poem from “Beyond The Mountain” was asking that same question in 1917 and well, it’s still being asked today.

 

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Where do the pretty fairies go

When the world is white with snow?

 

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I asked the sun, he did not know,

He never saw the fairies go.

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Where do the gentle fairies stay

When all the world is cold and gray?

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I asked the moon, he could not say;

He too wonders where the fairies stay.

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Where do the pretty fairies hide

When on the snow we slip and slide?

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I asked the stars, they only sighed;

It’s lonely when the fairies hide.

Where do the pretty fairies go?

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I think perhaps the flowers know

I’ll wait until the snowdrops grow,

And ask them where the fairies go.

 

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Fairies are mysterious little beings and maybe we as humans are not meant to know the answer to every little thing.

Possibly real magic rests in faith and believing in possibilities which you cannot always see;

Maybe magic is the same as dreaming and wishing upon stars .

 

 

 

 

The Magic of January’s Snow

January can be illuminating, it’s the beginning of a brand new year.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Arctic Hardy Kiwi vines lay resting beneath a light cover of snow, little promises of what’s yet to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our glass green house is filled with pots of dormant perennials sleeping and Gnomes from the Knoll have come and lit tiny little lanterns on Lady Grand, our generous Wolf River Apple Tree.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fairy Wardrobe Chamber is quietly awaiting the return of springtime children and fairy folk too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inside a tiny bit of fairy dust sparkles,  what’s left from the last visiting Fae. Just a pinch of fairy dust is all it takes to keep the magic alive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At the edge of The Enchanted Forest a small child peeks in, a believer of possibilities, she is enchanted by a magical light.

The Fairies rejoice knowing one True Believer is all it takes to keep their Magic and all of Fairyland alive forever and ever more.

All is as it should be.

 

 

 

Happy New Year

“It’s not about what you look at that matters, it’s about what you see.”

Henry David Thoreau

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On the north side of a small mountain in Maine,

The Home Place Fairies

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Along with a Wizard and the Seamstress to the Fairies Welcome in the New Year.

Good tidings to each and every one of you!

 

A Fairy Merry Christmas To You

From the moment I stepped out into my dooryard this morning I knew this day was special.

All about me the ground was covered with new fallen snow; all was silent, all was still.

It is Christmas Eve, the Eve before the most sacred day of all days in all of the world .

Fairies, humans and animals all respect and honor this day.

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I intentionally wander about my farm with a deepening sense of gratitude for the God of All, Things whomever and whatever we each perceive her to be.

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Entering the pit greenhouse far below the frost line, I am awed by how the greenery flourishes despite the outside snow.

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In the Children’s Garden, all is still, the flowers slumber, dormant beneath a blanket of white; not a fairy nor human in sight.

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Crossing the back meadow I pass Old Horse as he stands and has stood sentry for eons, guarding the entrance to the Home Place Fairies winter chamber as he has done each and every day.

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Heading up the knoll strolling through the woodland amidst white with new fallen snow I am awed by the natural world all around me. Paco my pal forever and always will race me to Blue Fairy Hill.

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We will cross over the bridge of The Stream of Dreams where wand makers create magic each Easter in spring.

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We will walk through the glen where The Good Gnomes reside.

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Paco and I, hiking to the top of Blue Fairy Hill where I pledge my allegiance to the land before and beneath me, far and wide.

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Just before dusk sets in I hear laughter and catch a glimpse of a lone child at the top of the hill as she dances with her Teddy alone in the snow.

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This child has discovered an enchanted Christmas Tree left by the Fairies, Elves, Gnomes and Trolls.

Over her left shoulder way up in the sky I see the protective guiding light of the north star watching over her as she sings thanks to the powers that be.

Heading back down the hill Paco and I enter the enchanted Woodland where the Home Place Fairies dwell.

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There I leave an offering upon the Alter of the Fairies at the foot of their Great Oak Tree.

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My gift to them, a token of thanks for all the magic they bring to our world.

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As I leave the woodland and head for home I sense though could not see the Home Place Fairy folk looking out at me.

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My little farmhouse looks so cozy and warm after a day wandering about in the cold.

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The walkway to home looks inviting, all a glimmer and welcoming with lights.

There truly is no place like home on Christmas Eve night, surrounded by loved ones, pets and family at your side.

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Wishing you all wherever you are A Fairy Merry Christmas from the north side of a small mountain in Maine!

Love from  The Home Place Fairies and The Fairy Seamstress

Peace be within us all.

 

The Magic of all your Believing

Christmas is a powerful time in the Fairy Kingdom, the Elves and Gnomes are particularly busy.

Human children far and wide are writing lists of wishes, wants and desires.

The Home Place Fairies cheerfully depart from their cozy winter chambers waving wands, busily casting enchantments upon any childhood wish that happens to linger, determining the integrity of each wish by the weight of a child’s sincerity as opposed to desire.

The magic of all your believing begins with a wish.

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Christmas is the perfect occasion for creating your own great story.

Imagine walking out your  front door into the world of your imagination.

How wonderful, how utterly fantastical that could be.

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Here atop Blue Fairy Hill a little girl dances alone with her Teddy in new fallen snow.

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She dances the dance of the hopeful.

A dance of youth, promise and infinite possibilities.

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Later she will return home to her sister and family.

She will carefully place the last ornament on their fir tree, wishing for kindness, for fresh food on their table, for family unity, love and understanding…. a game maybe and a new soft toy or two.

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At the end of the day she will fall asleep with her fuzzy in a box by the fire.

The Fairies will linger watching over the child, taking into account all of her dreams and desires, her past and present behaviors and the depth of her heart.

If they determine her worthy, which they do….they will weave together all of her wishes, hopes and desires into an invisible but potent shroud…

And they will cover the sleeping child with this shroud, instilling upon her the courage to strive and move forward, to believe in her own character…to have the bravery to live her own great story out loud.

Later this Christmas evening the child will not awaken when her Father gently carries her, tucks her in gently to her warm soft bed.

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In the morning this little girl will waken and will wonder if she only dreamed of all the fairies that danced the night before in the snow and around her bed.

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Merry Christmas

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From Old Horse and the slumbering Fairies

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Merry Christmas

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Wishing You A Fairy Merry Christmas

From the north side of a small mountain in Maine we wish you a Fairy Merry Christmas and a Fairy Happy New Year!!!

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What could be better than Christmas?

Why a Christmas Birthday!

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Happy Birthday Nightingale and Feliz Cumpleanos Perico !!!

Good Tidings and Best Wishes From The Seamstress to The Fairies, The Home Place Fairies and Old Horse

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Nightingale

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

First Day of Winter Here in Maine

The first day of winter has arrived here at the Farm and the Home Place Fairy Folk celebrate accordingly.

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Blue Fairy Hill was covered in snow; a few days ago heavy December rains had washed our second snowfall away. Saturday evening more snow fell.

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What a difference a couple days can make.

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The Fairies have take notice when the temperatures warm, flying briefly from their chambers; dancing through the Enchanted Forest and all about the Farm before and after the rain. Fluttering back into their chambers well before the first snowflakes fall.

The first day of winter is called the Winter Solstice. It is the shortest day and longest night of the year. Here in Maine the official time of the Solstice for 2021 is 10:59 AM on the 21st of December..

So light a candle, burn a yule log, make a wish or say a prayer…just as the Home Place Fairies do.

The Winter Solstice officially occurs when the tilt of the earth is such that the North Pole is the farthest away from the sun. Which causes less light to reach the northern hemisphere.

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While out walking I was delighted to discover an invitation to come join the fairies in their Winter Chambers for Chamomile Cookies and tea.

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The Winter Chambers of the Home Place Fairies is a very magical and secret homage nestled deep within the heart of an ancient Oak Tree  hidden in the Way Beyond of the Enchanted Forest.

Cast with three impenetrable Invisibility spells their fairy chamber remains fortified and protected,  impossible for any mortal to find.

The Wildlings know where it is, but they won’t tell.

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As Seamstress to the Fairies I am a sworn keeper of their secrets. Because of this and my close relationship to Old Horse their Guardian and best friend, I have been invited to join them in their home quarters for Solstice Tea.

I am honored.

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I will never be able to tell you how I got there as I am sworn to secrecy, and in truth, quite simply put, I do not know.

I only know I arrived and returned as if from a dream.

Enjoy the Solstice!

 

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The temperatures are cooling down and the first snowflakes are perhaps just hours away on the north side of this small mountain in Maine,

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During the shorter darker days of November there can be a temptation to dream of warmer hours in the garden with fairy folk.

 

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Though truly whatever season, the natural world is simply wonderful.

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Late Autumn, November to be exact, the time of year the Home Place Fairy Folk have been waiting for.

All their seasonal chores are completed; their food lockers have been filled to capacity with delectable delights they will consume right up until Christmas at which time they will lazily drift off into a deep and dream filled slumber not to awaken until spring.

 

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The gentler days of November are their one last chance to sing and dance outdoors before the harsher winds blow and the snow flies.

 

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Look what the Fairies left!

 

 

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