Springtime Blues Fairy style…
In the gardens at the farm
Wee Blue Fairy Folk waving wands…
Along the roadside to Blue Fairy Hill… wee Blue Fairy Folk marching on…
On the hilltop…
In the meadow wee Blue Fairy Folk chasing stardust and lighting wands.
At the first hint of twilight into the Enchanted Forest they go.
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.
Spring Dreaming Fairy Garden in Maine
Click on the link above to enjoy, and remember to live your own great story!
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.
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.
When the snow falls my granddaughters ask me,” Nana where do the fairies go”.
Children have been asking that question for generations.
Here is a wonderful little poem written in 1917 and published in her book “Beyond The Mountain” by Sarah Stokes Halkett that asks the same question in a very delightful way.
The Snowdrops
Where do the pretty fairies go
When the world is white with snow?
I asked the sun, he did not know,
He never saw the fairies go.
Where do the gentle fairies stay
When all the world is cold and gray?
I asked the moon, he could not say;
He too wonders where the fairies stay.
Where do the little fairies hide
When on the ice we slip and slide?
I asked the stars, they only sighed;
It’s lonely when the fairies hide.
Where do the pretty fairies go?
I think perhaps the flowers know
I’ll wait until the snowdrops grow,
And ask them where the fairies go.
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