On the north side of a small mountain in Maine sits a happy little farmhouse surrounded by gardens of vegetables, flowers, berries and herbs. This little farmhouse is circled round and round by meadows of rich hay to the south and a lovely hardwood forest to the east.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Directly north and to the west lay a barren of blueberries which stretches far and wide.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Early on one particular evening late in July as the sun sets heavy in the west, fairy folk will gather atop the blueberry field’s tallest hill.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Their mission; to sweeten blueberries to ripeness as only Home Place Fairies can.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fairies undertake this mission seriously and with great pleasure every other year because these fields are organically grown, which means they yield a crop for harvesting every other year, taking one year off to rest and grow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

First just a few fairy folk come to gather, then more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They fly in from all points of the farm, arriving from the orchard, the gardens and meadows of tall grasses which will be harvested as hay. This is the time of that blueberries are blue and fully ripening. Harvesting begins the next day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Together Fairy Folk work their magic sprinkling the barren’s with fairy dust, by twilight these fields will glimmer and glow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On a particular morning, someday in time,  a little girl will rise and walk far out into the blueberry fields for the seasons first harvest and she will notice the last lingering traces of sparkly dust and she will whisper a thank you to the fairies.