Deep within the heart of a garden

No matter how large or how small

A whole world flourishes; secrets abound and life pulses with color and vibrancy.

This Morning Glory greeted me in the greenhouse at the start of my day. Isn’t she spectacular?

Across the aisle from Glory sat this lovely Fushia and her sweet heart, the most handsome Wax Begonia.

I said hello; then meandered about gathering my daily harvest.

By days end I transformed my lush assortment of veggies into a tasty pot of vegetarian chili.

A very Fairy Fine Chili, the perfect way to end a very fine day.

While out wandering one fine day I met a little Green Fairy dancing all alone in the forest.

Upon seeing me the little fairy politely bowed, curtsied, giggled and twirled.

As I stepped closer she paused and smiled sweetly,

Then snapped her fingers and fled.

Welcome to August, the hottest month of the year in Maine.

Children and Fairy Folk delight in these hot summer days. Our gardens for the time being require less attention as far as weeding goes and sprinklers take care of the necessary watering. Which leaves plenty of time for children and fairies to play in the gardens, meadows and woodlands of our farm. Of course, they still sprinkle fairy dust wherever they go.

Surprises around every corner.

Play, Dance, Sing and be Merry as any Summertime Fairy!

If you are among those fortunate enough to find yourself deep within the heart of a wild garden during the days of August you may encounter Fairy Folk when they are most playful.

Take time to stop; smell flowers and listen to birds as they sing with their entire beings.

There is so much magic in the natural world.

Fairies ask that we take time out each and everyday to notice and contemplate the beauty that surrounds us.

Dream dreamer,

Dream big and dream wide,

Dream often and consciously,

Soon you will be living your own Great Story out loud.

The possibilities are endless…

Creativity, the Fairies encourage it.

In August on the north side of a small mountain in Maine

Where the Elfswort blooms golden and 6 feet tall,

Home Place Fairy Folk dance the Midsummer Waltz of the Fairies.

Amid Scarlet Monarda, Red Astillbe; beneath Joe Pye Weed and Phlox, all shades of white and pinks of every hue, Fairy Folk whirl and twirl as they usher out the heat of summer and welcome the cooler temperatures of Autumn.

August is the hottest of months in Maine and tiny wonders abound this time of year.

Late in the afternoon as the sun reaches her rise, little fairy feet retreat from the gardens and greenhouse entering into the Enchanted Woodland for the cool comfort of shade.

The smallest of the small are carried as Fairies march through the woodland to hidden chambers; resting during the hottest hours of each day.

Fairies work long hours from twilight to dawn ripening the harvest which will be gathered by mortals during the day.

Fairy sweetened tomatoes, ripen in the greenhouse. Yum.

Taking one last look around to see that all is as it should be,the last of the home Place Fairies flee for the day.

But do not worry they will be back again at twilight to work and play.

Within the heart of my garden there is a special place for just being and thinking.

Birds congregate with butterflies; Fairy Folk and a special child or two.

Dreams and secrets are shared here.

A place where for an hour or two you can be anything or anyone you dream your self to be.

You can even ask a bird how she sings!

Tiny wonders, everywhere.