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There is a place when

there becomes a time,

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in which it is possible

to cross over to where dreams reside.

Horses dreaming deep.

Dream begins

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is a place,

where water becomes snow

and returns back again.

Horses dreaming deep.

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A place of dreams where stories reside,

where horses step through and cross over.

Where music,

glorious music

has always

just begun.

 

Horses dreaming deep.

 

Fairy Fine wishes for the New Year from Old Horse and the Home Place Fairies to the Horses of Vieques.

 

New Year’s Greetings

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Happy New Year from Old Horse and the Seamstress to the Fairies!

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Happy New Year from the Home Place Fairies!

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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,

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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!

 

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 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 life 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 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 evening the child will not awaken as her Father carries her to her warm bed.

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In the morning she will wonder if she only dreamed of all the fairies that danced the night before in the snow and around her head .

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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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From The Seamstress to the Fairies and Santa!

 

 

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.

 

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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

In believing in possibilities and what you cannot always see.

Wondering, dreaming

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Here on the north side of a small mountain in Maine winter has made clear she has finally arrived.

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Early each morning I go out into the garden to tend Old Horse. Some mornings the sky is brilliant with colors of the rising sun.

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Other mornings the skies are rather grey but a gray softer than most blues.

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What ever colors the sky presents or the weather at hand, Old Horse is always there to greet me.

Old Horse was long ago enchanted by Home Place Fairy Folk and though he ages, he never grows old.

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Old Horse is very wise; he is the sentry and guardian of the Home Place Fairies winter chambers.

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Though I spend most all of my hours here at the farm with Old Horse and the Fairy Folk, I am still in awe of how very beautiful the world around me is.

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Tiny Wonders

On the north side of a 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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Have a Fairy Fine Thanksgiving

On the north side of a small mountain in Maine

The day before Thanksgiving is cool; a heavy and much need rain falls.

Yesterday, grand children wrote a welcome to the fairies on our greenhouse door hoping to lure them from their winter chambers one last time.

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It appears to have worked, as all of the sudden the little greenhouse filled with fairy dust , twinkled and glowed!

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A fox-child looks out from a window, happy to see fairies taking flight. The fox-child knows no heavy snow is predicted for the night.

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Meanwhile deep in the forest of evergreens, a little girl helps her grandfather gather boughs before the sun sets on the horizon.

A small group of Home Place Fairy Folk accompany her wherever she goes.

Late in the day she heads home with grandfather for hot chocolate.

All of the fairies return to their winter chambers and the fox-child returns to where ever it is that fox-children go.

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Just before dark a light snow falls and Old Horse returns to his stable for a meal of hay and grain.

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Fairies and children are snug in their beds when night arrives.

During the deepest, darkest hours of a November night a light snow falls, winds howl and the fox-child does too.

When morning comes the sun shines on Thanksgiving Day.

Inside the greenhouse left over fairy dust continues to glimmer and glow.

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Here at the Farm our Thanksgiving turkey is roasted and the first child to see it cheers.

Why those dear little Home Place Fairies have sprinkled our turkey with fairy dust ground precious and fine!

A  fairy dusted roast turkey is a gift of appreciation from fairy folks to humans who honor the natural world.

Our  fairy seasoned turkey is filled with gratefulness, joy and good tidings.

Those who eat this bird will feel fulfillment and have an abundance of holiday cheer.

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Have A Fairy Fine Thanksgiving Holiday!

And you never know maybe, just maybe there might be a  fox-child or Home Place Fairy peeking out at you!

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Woodn’t You Know It

Here in Maine wood is used as a heat source and all sorts of wood burning stoves warm many a mortals home from within.

As December rolls around more often than not the ground is gently blanketed under a bit of white snow.

However this November the ground remains bare of white and temperatures are warmer than usual inspiring Fairies to leave their cozy winter chambers to flutter and dance outdoors in fresh air.

In a sleepy little town not far from the sea the Fairies came upon a meticulously stacked wood pile.

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Without corners, this wood pile was well rounded and humped.

The Home Place Fairies thought it the most beautiful wood pile they had ever seen.

They were delighted thoughtful humans had taken so much care to honor a tree that gave up his wood for fires that would keep their family home warm.

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The Fairies were so delighted that they sprinkled the wood pile with Enchanted Fairy Dust adding extra warmth to each and every fire these humans would set to warm their home .

Then the Fairies returned to their chambers happy to have discovered humans appreciative enough to honor a once living tree.

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For whatever reason the day after and the day after that were just as warm as the ones before and the Fairy Folk  again left their chambers for fresh air.

Deciding to pay another visit to the beautifully stacked wood pile they were delighted to see the homeowners had begun stacking another pile of wood  just as beautifully but with a message for the Fairy Folk embedded within.

And wouldn’t you know it, this message set the little Fairies hearts all a flutter.

 

 

 

Theodore Troll and Horatio Hobgoblen

Don”t worry things aren’t as they appear; these little fellas are not as snarly as they look.

They are members of the Fairy Realm, Theodore Troll and Horatio Hobgoblin and they are kindly setting out lanterns so trick or treaters do not stumble in the dark.

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Trolls and Hobgoblins do this every year and are responsible for most of the lighting on Halloween staying lit.

Their lanterns and lights guide costumed trick or treaters on the one evening of the year when their presence does not instill terror and fear.

They know humans too often judge what they see with their eyes and not with their hearts. Because of this Trolls and Hobgoblins generally keep to themselves living deep in forest caves or beneath mounds up on the Knoll.

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All Hallows Eve or Halloween is the one night when all members of the Fairy Realm can walk among Humans completely undetected, even the humble little Hobgoblins and Trolls.

 

 

 

 

 

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