Thanksgiving is tomorrow, which is very exciting, and made all the more so by the welcome gifts of gratitude Fairy Folk leave around our farm.

For an entire week leading up to Thanksgiving members of the Fairy Kingdom leave offerings of thanks for all the enchanted clothing I have sewn or mended for them over the year. They are grateful that the Wizard and I have maintained our gardens, woodlands and organic blueberry barrens where fairies and wildlings together mingle and grow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Foxchild, one of my very best friends has been keeping an eye out for the Elves, Brownies, Hobgoblins, Pixies, Sprites and Trolls (to name just a few)  who come ahead of time when no one is looking;  leaving the most delicious surprises which I will serve to family and friends.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Look what Nora Russell, a Troll from the Knoll left for me this morning at the entrance to the Enchanted Forest.

Why it’s one of her Trolly Delicious Flourless Chocolate Cakes!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nora, like most Trolls is a very accomplished chief. Each year for as long as I can remember  she has left us one of these exquisite cakes.

This year’s cake is topped with fresh pomegranate seeds and walnuts, set in a herbal bed of fragrant rosemary. Yum.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nora’s husband William Edwin is gifted composer and violinist, and Nora as well as being a fine chief has a lovely soprano voice. Nora and Edwin perform together with the Grand Troll Opera, and they are about as romantic a couple as you could ever hope meet. Only chances are you will not meet them because Trolls are notoriously shy of humans, so encounters seldom happen.

However if you have a fair amount of patience and a keen ear you might hear, when the breeze is just right; after the wind has died down, William Edwin Troll playing his mesmerizing Marguerite Waltz on Violin as his friend Belya Troll accompanies him on piano.

 

Live your own great story out loud and remember to thank those whose gentle acts of kindness have touched you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We know it’s a different kind of year and things are not quite the same, but the world has a wonderful way of righting itself with time.

A Very Happy Holiday to All of You Near and Far!

Happy Thanksgiving from The Home Place Fairies!

 

 

Live your own great story.

 

 

 

 

 

The possibilities …

 

 

 

Are…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Endless…

 

 

 

 

Wandering about one fine autumn day, I spied two little fairy folk meandering with wands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The two fairies stopped by the wayside as they wandered up Blue Fairy Hill, mumbling to themselves, wondering where their companion, their tiny sister Fae had wondered off to. Where did she go?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Red Cap and Pink Hat wondered as they wandered to the top of Blue Fairy Hill, where could their sister fairy Fae have wandered, where might she be?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When they reached the crest of the hill they both looked to the north; they both looked to the south,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They stood together and they stood apart.

Red Cap looked to the east; Pink Hat looked to the west,

No little fairy did they see.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They looked and they watched as the sun began to set,

as fairy dust they scattered across the fields sparkled and glowed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soon they headed down the hill back to the road calling Fae’s name, which is all just part of the three fairy sister’s game of hiding and seeking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When they were back wandering the road, Red Cap whispered over her shoulder,  “Oh where have you wandered tiny sister Fae?”  “We cannot find you and want you to come with us and play.” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Red Cap turned around forward, startled was she, for there stood tiny sister Fae all giggling and laughing, and she said, “Are you okay?”  Tiny little Fae just laughed out loud, “Simply wanderful!”

 

 

 

 

 

“Wonderful!” whispered Red Cap. And off all three wandered, as dusk turned into night, their wands all sparkling as they giggled with delight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Lost Kingdom of Childhood where what you dream becomes real.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tiny wonders

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

everywhere.

 

 

Here in Maine wood is used as a heat source and all sorts of wood burning stoves warm many a mortals home from within.

As  November rolls around more often than not the ground is gently blanketed under a light coating of white snow.

The ground remains bare of winter white and the temperatures are warm enough for fairy folk to leave their cozy chambers where they happily flutter and dance outdoors in the crisp fresh air.

Recently in a sleepy little town not far from the sea, a group of Home Place Fairies came upon a meticulously stacked wood pile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Without corners, this wood pile was well rounded and humped.

The Home Place Fairies thought it the most beautiful wood pile they had ever seen.

They were delighted thoughtful humans had taken so much care to honor a tree that gave up his wood for fires that would keep their family home warm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fairies were so delighted that they sprinkled the wood pile with enchanted fairy dust adding extra warmth to each and every fire these humans would light to warm their home.

Then the Fairies returned to their chambers, happy to have discovered humans appreciative enough to honor a once living tree.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For whatever reason the day after and the day after that were just as warm as the ones before and the Fairy Folk  again left their chambers for fresh air.

Deciding to pay another visit to the beautifully stacked wood pile they were delighted to see the homeowners had begun stacking another pile of wood  just as beautifully but with a message for the Fairy Folk embedded within.

And wouldn’t you know it, this message set the little Fairies hearts all a flutter.

 

 

 

In September we harvest peaches from our orchard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fairy Folk and Wildlings come together with children to sample the first ripened peaches.

Little Penelope Porcupine loves peaches.

 

 

 

 

 

 

As temperatures begin to cool our Wolf River Apples start to ripen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And later our pears…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mid October is harvest time in our orchard on the north side of a small mountain in Maine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Organically grown with fairy dust our trees bear an abundance of fruit which fills our pantry, as well as supplying a food source for Wildlings and Fairies.

 

 

 

 

 

Adults and children, Fairy Folk and Old Horse,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Family, neighbors and friends,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All gather together harvesting natures bounty.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turning work into play is the Fairy way and we always take time for merriment.

Old Horse is Guardian of the Home Place Fairies as well as to a mortal girl and her younger sister.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He was long ago enchanted by fairy folk and though he ages he never grows old.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday we harvested pears, eating as we picked,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Later we delivered our pears to the Apple Wizard and his Fair Lady who along with a young wizard in training pressed them into cider.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We will dry fruit; freeze fruit, make sauces, bake pies, pastries and tarts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Pixie Pear Tart sweetened with fairy dust.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After her belly is full of peaches, apples or pears Penelope heads home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cutest little porcupine I have ever known.

 

This morning presented as a spectacularly warm and wonderful blue sky November day so I decided to go visit the Home Place Fairy Folk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This time of year they do not leave their cozy winter chambers unless the temperatures rise and the sky is blue, and then they flutter outdoors, flying and dancing , happy as only fairies can be!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taking the opportunity to enjoy this fine day together I walked with my fairy friends who flew to the Magic Waterfall hidden deep within the Forest of Possibilities. We kept an eye out for our good friend Sir William Lion Kneels, a noble Troll Guardian of the falls. Sir William lives beneath the falls in a spacious cave lined with tourmaline and rock crystals.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sir William is rather solitary and can be surly but he’s big and tender with a heart of gold.

Unfortunately we did not see him today as he was away foraging for edibles.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On our return to the fairy’s chambers we spotted a little girl all alone with her cuddly soft fluffy pal, on Blue Fairy Hill gazing at the sun which had just begun to set.

The fairies and I couldn’t help but wonder what her dreams might be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remember your dreams help to define you, they have the power to give you wings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“The same substance composes us…the tree overhead, the stone beneath us, the bird, the beast, the star, we are all one, all moving to the same end.”

P.L. Travers, Mary Poppins

 

 

A wee bit of November greenhouse magic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Magic happens in every garden.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tiny wonders surround us each and everyday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All one has to do is look.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don”t worry things aren’t as they appear; these little fellas are not as snarly as they look.

They are members of the Fairy Realm, Theodore Troll and Horatio Hobgoblin and they are kindly setting out lanterns so trick or treaters do not stumble in the dark.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trolls and Hobgoblins do this every year and are responsible for most of the lighting on Halloween staying lit.

Their lanterns and lights guide costumed trick or treaters on the one evening of the year when their presence does not instill terror and fear.

They know humans too often judge what they see with their eyes and not with their hearts. Because of this Trolls and Hobgoblins generally keep to themselves living deep in forest caves or beneath mounds up on the Knoll.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All Hallows Eve or Halloween is the one night when all members of the Fairy Realm can walk among Humans completely undetected, even the humble little Hobgoblins and Trolls.