Tiny Wonders of This World

Home Place Fairies are generous and kind.

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They know that gentle acts of kindness reach far and wide.

What touches one, touches all.


“If you want to go fast

Go alone.

If you want to go far

Go together.”


African Proverb and Fairy Proverb too!




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.




Memories of Summer

Which way to Fairyland?










That all depends on how much you believe in Fairies.







And how much you believe in possibilities.







Also how adventurous and imaginative you are.







Live your own great story out loud.

The possibilities are endless.



The Little Fairy Wardrobe of Possibilities

This morning’s view from my Fairy Wardrobe Chamber, a place where mortal children may mingle with genuine fairies while trying on costumes and selecting magical musical instruments for pleasure.

First Snow Fairy Wardrobe Chamber








The potential for “magical” expression rests within each and everyone of us.

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It is in our ordinary day to day life experiences that opportunities for creativity lie waiting to be released and shared with those around us.

Many years ago the Wizard built this magical building for me as a potting shed for my gardens.

First Snow (2)










However both the shed and I had other ideas. No ordinary potting shed was this building meant to be.

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Enchanted by the Home Place Fairies with possibilities this little shed took on a life of her own,  becoming known as The Fairy Wardrobe Chamber.

Fae Wardrobe spring






Each year children come from near and far entering this magical chamber with great anticipation and lots of untapped imagination.

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This Fairy Wardrobe Chamber encourages children to slow down and take their time; to look closely at the smallest of things, those objects often overlooked which reside just a wee bit above, below or around themselves.

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The Little Wardrobe Chamber is filled with exquisite items of beauty and curiosity and her collection of musical instruments is ever expanding.

Luna in the wardrobe










The Fairy Wardrobe encourages children to use their imaginations and adorn themselves in her finery and go outdoors to play.

Live your own story










Once children have selected costumes they enter into the gardens, all of which have been enchanted with real fairy dust (of course) .

Fairy Garden of Hope




and somehow…  nothing ever seems quite the same as it did before.

Grand Fairy Tea








Possibilities for expression surround us everywhere, all one has to do is look.

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A Long Time Ago

Once a long, long time ago

I knew a little girl

who lived in a little house

in a little wood.

Long Time Ago a little house in the woods










The little girl lived with a fairy horse and two tame wolf dogs deep within an enchanted forest in a clearing by a stream.

Kate the wolf dog1987 age 7a








Each day the little girl would walk with the animals through the forest learning from nature.









As the years passed the little girl learned how to listen to all of the inhabitants of the forest and in time she spoke their languages.

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By listening and looking closely the little girl discovered the diversity of other beings and how integral those differences are to the well being of all.

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As the little girl grew she witnessed the brotherhood of every living thing.



integral:      essential

essential:    absolutely necessary

diversity:   of many different elements or types

brotherhood:  a feeling of closeness that exists between a group which chooses to live or work together


A Fairy’s Eye View, Memories of Springtime in Maine

Our farm in the springtime is a haven for Fairies.






Each spring the Home Place Fairies leave the shelter of their winter chambers and soar high above our farm singing in the breeze.






Singing and playing, whirling and twirling they are busy pollinating lupine, lilac, blue bells, daisies, iris and rue.







Ralphie has been enchanted by the fairies, he is Guardian of the Garden and watches over the fairies they say.














Just Because

Blue Fairy Hill as the sun sets …

Blue Fairy Hill








A Fairy Fine Greenhouse tree…

Greenhouse Fairy Tree (2)










Just because …



Happy New Year

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

Henry David Thoreau

 Snow (10)










On the north side of a small mountain in Maine,

The Home Place Fairies

Winter Garden







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

Good tidings to each and every one of you!


Happy New Years

Beyond the Mountain

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When the snow falls my granddaughters ask me,” Nana where do the fairies go”.

Children have been asking that question for generations.

Here is a wonderful little poem written in 1917 and published in her book “Beyond The Mountain” by Sarah Stokes Halkett that asks the same question in a very delightful way.

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The Snowdrops


Where do the pretty fairies go

When the world is white with snow?

I asked the sun, he did not know,

He never saw the fairies go.

beyond the mountain (3)






Where do the gentle fairies stay

When all the world is cold and gray?

I asked the moon, he could not say;

He too wonders where the fairies stay.

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Where do the little fairies hide

When on the ice we slip and slide?

I asked the stars, they only sighed;

It’s lonely when the fairies hide.

beyond the mountain (5)








Where do the pretty fairies go?

I think perhaps the flowers know

I’ll wait until the snowdrops grow,

And ask them where the fairies go.


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