Lilac season here on the north side of a small mountain in Maine begins during the last weeks of May and if weather permits it can last well until the end of June.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A hedgerow of common Lilacs both white and shades of purplish pink welcomes quests to our farm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Very early in the morning Home Place Fairies arrive and begin to sprinkle the gardens here with fairy dust, which encourages plants to vibrantly sprout, blossom and grow.

Each and every morning I like to do a walk about the farm greeting the wildlings as they awaken and the fairies as they arrive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brunhilde Toad is a good friend of mine, she along with her sister Trixie are magical toads and they live in Madeline’s Enchanted Boarding House. Brunhilde seemed awake rather bright and early this morning, saying, “Deep in the garden lays a wonderful surprise.” Then she casually hopped past on her way to tell her sister what she’d seen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Being magical Toads Brunhilde and Trixie have pretty much everything they wish for.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I noticed Robin had laid one perfect egg in her sweet little nest which the fairy folk have already sprinkled with magical dust for protection.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I met Old Horse as he was just returning from his morning walk with a group of twinkling fairy folk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fairy Wardrobe Chamber sat quietly waiting for when human children might arrive. She holds many secrets and all sorts of possibilities.

As a  Fairy Magical Chamber she is filled with garments created by the Seamstress to the Fairies and enchanted with fairy dust.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just as the sun began her morning rise fairies began to sprinkle the garden with fairy dust ground precious and fine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Each morning is different, no day is ever exactly the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today as I walked about I thought something seemed different somehow, the birds were chirping louder, and Old Horse had returned from his walk earlier than is usual.

And so I looked about the garden searching for a clue.

I came upon Eugene Troll’s large sturdy wooden chair, nothing seemed amiss, but where in fact was Eugene Troll, I wondered ?

Only to remember trolls always return to their underground chambers at the first sign of morning’s light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fairy folk had already dusted the arbor of arctic hardy kiwi and all seemed as it should be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Continuing on my merry way I looked high and I looked low seeing nothing unusual, when I spied well into the garden’s center, the most charming little mailbox I ever did see.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This turned out to be the delightful Miss. Millicent Mae Mailbox. Millicent Mae glistened and glowed; greeting me with a twinkle and a flutter. She had wings! And she spoke!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Millicent Mae told me she had been made by Eugene the Troll from the Knoll out of fine metals mined by trolls from the hills, far beyond the Enchanted Forest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She said Fairies enchanted her, gifting her wings, the powers of invisibility and when and if she so chose it, the ability to fly! Oh, and yes…she was a shape shifter, meaning she can enlarge or decrease her size as it suits her.

No ordinary mailbox is Miss. Millicent Mae, but a fairy special one indeed. Her purpose is to receive hopes, dreams and wishes from children and grown ups and deliver them to Fairyland.

She was on a mission looking for a fairy special location in which to offer her services.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I never met this little mailbox before and I am so happy to know her name for she did not stay, she chatted with me only briefly as she brightly twinkled, glistened, glimmered and glowed. Cheerfully saying she would be back in 6 days time when the sun shined bright, then she twinkled one last time and poof!

She was gone!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remarkable really, what you might find in a garden if only you look.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

June is a time of jubilation as the gardens have awakened,  alive and abundant.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Foxgloves are a favorite flower of the fairy folk.  Sprinkled with fairy dust they sparkle and glow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Old Horse in the meadows looks over the Poppies and Fairies alike. He is friend and Guardian of all the Home Place Faires.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fairy Folk gather, they sing and they dance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Magic happens in every garden

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All one has to do is look…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spring greenery has begun, flowers have begun to blossom and fairies take delight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

Even though you have probably never heard of nor seen it, Theodore Goodheart’s Enchanted Rickshaw has been used for centuries to transport Fairy Folk as well as true believers to Fairyland.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Theodore’s Rik Shaw has many enchantments, one of which is the ability to shape shift from very large to very small and back again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Which means this Rik Shaw can shrink  to a wee small fairy size or grow large enough to accommodate two human children.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This sturdy little rig is also enchanted with the gifts of invisibility and fortitude.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All in all a fairy fine transport for those who are lucky enough to enter into Fairy Land.

 

 

 

As Seamstress to the Fairies I have been very fortunate to be included in many of the Fairy Kingdoms celebrations and festivities.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of course naturally over time I was bound to meet and marry a Wizard, which I did a long time ago.

He’s an extraordinary Wizard who also happens to be a very talented glass artist.

This is a beautiful creation of his honoring the Home Place Fairies.

 

It is mid March and winter’s wind continues to blow fierce and strong here on the north side of a small mountain in Maine.

Thin white patches of snow form a random patchwork throughout the Enchanted Forest and along the cooler edges of the meadow.

Robin birds arrive and there have been days so warm that a jacket is no longer required nor adorned.

My dear friend Nora Russell Troll has been out gathering moss; twigs and bark while on the lookout for any greening that may have begun.

I later discover while out walking in the forest that Nora Troll has left me one of her delicious flourless chocolate cakes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Each year, it’s always the same, Nora Troll bakes this generous cake, dusted with fairy dust and left in a clearing for the Wizard and I.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The winter snows will eventually melt and spring will arrive followed by summer.

Long ago a small troop of Home Place Faires enchanted a garden on the north side of a small mountain somewhere in Maine.

If you would like to listen to some relaxing music and see some fairy colorful garden images please click below. Enjoy!

Maine Garden Magic. click to see slide show

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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