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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

Wandering about one fine autumn day, I spied two little fairy folk meandering with wands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The two fairies stopped by the wayside as they wandered up Blue Fairy Hill, mumbling to themselves, wondering where their companion, their tiny sister Fae had wondered off to. Where did she go?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Red Cap and Pink Hat wondered as they wandered to the top of Blue Fairy Hill, where could their sister fairy Fae have wandered, where might she be?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When they reached the crest of the hill they both looked to the north; they both looked to the south,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They stood together and they stood apart.

Red Cap looked to the east; Pink Hat looked to the west,

No little fairy did they see.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They looked and they watched as the sun began to set,

as fairy dust they scattered across the fields sparkled and glowed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soon they headed down the hill back to the road calling Fae’s name, which is all just part of the three fairy sister’s game of hiding and seeking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When they were back wandering the road, Red Cap whispered over her shoulder,  “Oh where have you wandered tiny sister Fae?”  “We cannot find you and want you to come with us and play.” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Red Cap turned around forward, startled was she, for there stood tiny sister Fae all giggling and laughing, and she said, “Are you okay?”  Tiny little Fae just laughed out loud, “Simply wanderful!”

 

 

 

 

 

“Wonderful!” whispered Red Cap. And off all three wandered, as dusk turned into night, their wands all sparkling as they giggled with delight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the north side of a small mountain not far from the sea sits a fine little farmhouse as happy as can be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Surrounded by meadows of hay, orchards of fruit, gardens of flowers, vegetables and herbs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Old Horse is Guardian of the Home Place Fairy Folk who reside in the Enchanted Forest that borders this farm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our Foxy Friend and Fairy Companion, Caspian rests at the edge of the Enchanted Forrest as he contemplates the events of his day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fairy Lee checks that the greenhouse has been properly dusted with just the right amount of fairy dust as day begins to slip into dusk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She double checks that all of the Toadstools have been sprinkled with precisely the correct amount of magical dust in preparation for the Cricket Band who will perform their symphony while standing upon them beginning at dawn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The very first evening of each October, right at dusk the Fairies will venture from the hills where the little farmhouse rests and fly to the shore where they will sing goodbye for the season to their Selkie cousins who spend their winters further out at sea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Later the the fairies will return to the meadow here at the farm and dance in the twilight of autumns cooling moon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Children’s Garden of Earthly Delight just after the October Full Moon

 

 

 

 

 

 

Right before the hard frost arrived and most of the leaves fell…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Every Fairy Dog has a story.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Paco, Coco, and Angel are fairy special dogs that flew all the way from the islands of Vieques and Puerto Rico to Maine.  Perro is the Spanish word for dog and hadas is Spanish for fairy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fairy Dogs come in all shapes and sizes. They are not like your well loved house dogs; for they have not enjoyed the lifelong security of a lasting and loving home. Despite their hardships fairy dogs never take the smallest of kindnesses for granted; they are always ready with a timid smile and a quiet wag regardless of their lackluster dirty coat, cracked paws or missing teeth. These dogs remain hopeful and never give up believing that a family will someday come to claim them. They remain hopeful that somewhere, someplace a forever family is waiting love them forever more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Despite long periods of suffering and scorn fairy dogs manage to maintain hope for they believe eventually their special someone or somebodies will come along seeing past their unkept appearance into the hearts of the dogs they truly are.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Their fur often dirty, may be matted, camouflaging their beauty, yet never discouraged, they remain hopeful believing their forever family will come and claim them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fairy dogs are teachers, here to teach humankind about love, patience; compassion, and trust.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are many volunteers who are loving guardians of the rescued dogs under their care, who seek to find loving compatible homes for each dog.

However sometimes there are dogs who take an extra long time to be adopted; often overlooked because they are shy, their coats very matted and dirty, they are tired, skinny or have been alone for so long their eyes no longer shine.

The Home Place Fairies are always on the lookout for kindhearted human families who are searching to adopt a dog companion of their own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once a family has been discovered and approved by the fairies; they will alert the rescue people.  Rescue people in Mississippi saved a sweet little brown dog named Gypsy, whose heart was radiant and warm, but whose eyes had begun to loose the sparkle that comes with believing. Gypsy had never had a family of her own, had been housed in a backyard alone in a tiny cage when the rescuers found her. her hair was very dirty, matted and her feet turned twisted in. The Fairies arrived in the earliest hours of dawn in the nick of time, for Gypsy had begun to despair, and they sang to her, whispering melodies of never ending hope until Gypsy’s forehead began to shimmer and her chest to shine. Despite Gypsy’s worn out dirty, matted coat and her bony chest, she began to glow, her heart filling with dreams of all kinds of possibilities.  Within the hour a man and a woman arrived at the shelter, hoping to select a forever dog. They were overwhelmed as here were so many  homeless dogs to choose from. They looked and they looked but not one of the loud barking dogs felt like “their dog”, “the right forever dog”.  A bit overwhelmed they planned to come back another day, when they realized there was one more kennel at the end of a long dark row and decided to take a peak. The dogs in this aisle were older, tired or dirtier, these were dogs not yet cleaned for showing or deemed less inclined to be adopted. about ready to give up, they paused and stopped looking at a matted little brown dog, quiet and still who gazed into both their eyes.  A glorious little dog whose one look told these humans everything they needed to know. “Here is our dog, our unique and special dog”,  Which was very true.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fairy Dog’s stories usually begin quite sad, they are often homeless or mistreated; their owners for one sad reason or another have chosen to or had to leave them behind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes fairy dogs are homeless for a very long time waiting for just the right person or family to find and love them. Trouble is sometimes their true family just doesn’t know that a special dog is out there waiting to be found. That’s when the fairies step in and alert rescue groups and begin whispering into sleeping ears of humans.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ralphie was turned into a shelter in Los Angeles with nothing but his name by the person who handed him over, not even a collar.  His reasons for leaving Ralphie behind were never said. Ralphie was still quite young and very hopeful, his coat was very dull and rather dusty; he was boney and very thin. He had fleas, a bad cough and itchy skin. He was placed in a small cage by himself surrounded by other caged dogs much less hopeful than he, for they had been here longer and their days were running out. The dog in the cage next to Ralphie, rather hopeless himself, told Ralphie that if someone did not come and claim him in eleven days his time would be up and he would be as hopeless as they. But Ralphie did not believe him. Instead every time a kennel attendant fed the dogs, Ralphie stood up straight, wagged his tail and smiled.  Ralphie’s cough worsened and his coat dulled further but he never lost hope. The woman who tended the dogs took note of the twinkle in his eyes and how it did not dim. Days passed and still no one came for Ralphie. Not discouraged he never lost his sparkle, and his tail always wagged despite how sick he grew.

One day as Ralphie stood in his cell a twinkling light flew up to his ear (a fairy) who whispered to him, “do not worry kind and hopeful one, help is on the way”, and quick as she came this fairy departed. Within moments the gentle woman who tended the sheltered dogs returned removing Ralphie from his cell and escorted him out. The other dogs assumed he was doomed for they had long ago lost hope. Ralphie stood straight, all bones, cough and itch and walked trustingly out of the shelter and into the light.

The kind hearted woman (whom had three dogs of her own so could not adopt Ralphie recognized his goodness and determined he must be saved)  took Ralphie to a vet where he got the care he needed and Ralphie slowly grew better. She called Miracle German Shepherd Rescue Shelter all the way in Maine telling them about Ralphie; they agreed he was worth saving raised money to send him to Maine.

Ralphie moved in with his foster parents Becca, Ben and big dog Grizz; he grew stronger and more beautiful by the day and would never step foot inside a kennel while he awaited his forever home.

Meanwhile here at the farm the fairies were sing song whispering about a dog, a fairy special dog named Ralphie. I heard them whispering and something inside me sang along.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Many fairies look after these dogs and make their journeys to forever homes possible. Fairy dogs travel great distances to be with families who will cherish them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They say that you will recognize your fairy dog at first sight and that he or she will recognize you. When this happens a great love weaves together your hearts with invisible threads of loyalty and trust.  I believe this to be true.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When a Fairy Dog finds their forever home true magic happens. In time their hearts open wide and they become filled with trust and love for their families. Eventually wings begin to sprout which they keep mostly hidden and that only true believers and children can see. In the late hours of the spring and summer solstices fairies come late into the evening and escort these fairy dogs out to dance and flutter beneath the moon and all is as it should be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe somewhere some place right now there is a Fairy Dog waiting just for you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Click this link   Fairy Dogs  to watch a video of  Fairy Dogs Paco and Gypsy at play.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just another fairy fine day in the Enchanted Forest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Magic happens everywhere, all one has to do, is look.

 

 

 

October is apple season in Maine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Magic of twilight in the Children’s Garden of Earthly Delight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s all just a whisper and a wish away…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Magic happens in every garden.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All one has to do is look.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

What if I fall?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, but my Darling…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What if you fly?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quote by Erin Hanson