The view from my bedroom window this morning as the sun rose in the east.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wearing a moss green cape to ward off an early morning chill I set out early into my gardens with Paco to nibble on Arctic Hardy Kiwi and say hello to Old Horse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then I ventured into the forest, enjoying the painted colors of nature;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the majestic beauty of ferns and trees accompanied by the sound of leaves twirling as autumn fell down all around me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I came upon a fairy boulder rising proud among the ferns, where dust scattered by the wee folk still glimmered and glowed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After a while I circled round and wandered back towards the Fairy Wardrobe Chamber where mortal children enter and exit dressed up like the Fae.

As I headed back towards my little farmhouse I heard a creaking upon the walk of stone and spied three little Home Place Fairy Folk busy with their chores.

One Fairy pulled a wooden cart, another pushed from behind; the smallest of the three sat atop their gatherings tucked safely within.

Busy collecting provisions for the long cold winter ahead these fairies had no time to stop and chatter so just waved and smiled instead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Across the roadway of interludes they went heading for the orchard where apples have ripened and the arctic kiwi grows.

 

 

 

 

 

 

After a long day of foraging and gathering fruits and herbs to dry the fairies headed down the road to Blueberry Hill where they say goodnight to the fading sun, dance in the twilight and greet the new moon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I too climbed the hill just before dusk enchanted by the native blueberry barrens whose fields roll far and wide turning from shades of blue to leaves of scarlet, brilliant in hue.

Each and every day I am grateful for the opportunity to step outward and move forward, for the ability to look outside of myself and discover something new.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Don’t you know that everybody’s got a Fairyland of their own?”

P.L. Travers … Mary Poppins