Tiny Wonders Everywhere
Magic happens in every garden, all you have to do is look.
Magic happens in every garden, all you have to do is look.
As the sun rises here on the north side of a small mountain in Maine everything is exactly as it should be. Fairy Folk rise early and begin dusting their magical fairy dust ground precious and fine. […]
Early spring dandelion greens are so common that folks often overlook them for the fairy delicious treat that they are. When gathering dandelion greens I am very selective, snipping the most blemish free young greens I can find. The fairy best greens are those tender leaves whose buds have not yet gone to stem or […]
Spring has arrived here on the north side of a small mountain in Maine. Home Place Fairy folk are busy sprinkling my gardens with fairy dust, encouraging plants to sprout, blossom and grow. […]
Long ago and not so far away, an enchanted pony and a small group of children gathered together each and every spring. With Fairies beside them the children rode horseback and danced in a woodland glen. Now these children are children no more and they watch as their own young children dance and mingle with the […]
The days have cooled down here at the farm and late crops are ready for harvest. We have bountiful quantities of heirloom tomatoes, along with kale, broccoli, carrots and beans; late lettuce, leeks and scallions….to name just a few. […]
Tiny wonders everywhere…
Early in the morning, deep in the enchanted forest just as the sun begins to rise the Home Place Fairies set out to perform their morning tasks. Delphinia notices a trail of fairy dust which tells her that La Rosa has already left the forest and set out to dust […]
The Fairies believe that if you can dream it, You can do it! So dream far, dream wide and remember to chart your own course, walk your own path and live your own great story, the possibilities are endless… […]
On the north side of a small mountain in Maine Deep within an Enchanted Forest A small troop of Home Place Fairies live within the heart of an Ancient Oak tree. During the cold winter months they slumber, coming out to their alter to ring in the new year as weather permits. […]