The day before Thanksgiving; a welcome rain falls.

Yesterday, grand children wrote a welcome to the fairies on our greenhouse door hoping to lure them from their winter chambers one last time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It appears to have worked, as all of a sudden the little greenhouse filled with fairy dust; twinkled and glowed!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the afternoon a fox-child looks out from a window, happy to see fairies taking flight. The fox-child knows no heavy snow is predicted for the night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile deep in the forest of evergreens, a little girl helps her grandfather gather boughs before the sun sets on the horizon, a small group of Home Place Fairy Folk accompany her wherever she goes.

Late in the day she heads home with grandfather for hot chocolate.

All of the fairies return to their winter chambers and the fox-child returns to where ever it is that fox-children go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just before dark a light snow falls and Old Horse returns to his stable for a meal of hay and grain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fairies and children are snug in their beds when night arrives.

During the deepest, darkest hours of a November night a light snow falls, winds howl and the fox-child does too.

When morning comes the sun shines on Thanksgiving Day.

Inside the greenhouse left over fairy dust continues to glimmer and glow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here at the Farm our Thanksgiving turkey is roasted and the first child to see it cheers.

Why those dear little Home Place Fairies have sprinkled our turkey with fairy dust ground precious and fine!

A  fairy dusted roast turkey is a gift of appreciation from fairy folks to humans who honor the natural world.

Our  fairy seasoned turkey is filled with gratefulness, joy and good tidings.

Those who eat this bird will feel fulfillment and have an abundance of holiday cheer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Have A Fairy Fine Thanksgiving Holiday!

And you never know maybe, just maybe there might be a  fox-child or Home Place Fairy peeking out at you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I know nothing with any certainty,

but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”

Vincent van Gogh

 

 

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.