Our farm in the springtime is a haven for Fairies.
Each spring the Home Place Fairies leave the shelter of their winter chambers and soar high above our farm singing in the breeze.
Singing and playing, whirling and twirling they are busy pollinating lupine, lilac, blue bells, daisies, iris and rue.
Ralphie has been enchanted by the fairies, he is Guardian of the Garden and watches over the fairies they say.
Magic Happens in Every Garden
Home Place Fairy Folk are busy working the gardens here at my farm.
This morning I invited this sweet little shape shifting fairy inside for honey sweetened biscuits, fruit and cheese….
She happily accepted my invitation and brought me a brilliant bouquet of forsythia.
Happy Spring!
The fairy folk have been quiet this past month as spring has been late to arrive in these north country hills.
Recently I caught sight of these two fairies out and about enjoying an afternoon of welcome sun.
Home Place Fairies practice gentle acts of kindness by sharing as well as always lending a helping hand.
Old Horse is Guardian of the Home Place Faires, he watches over them and protects them. Tallulah Blue is one of the oldest of the Home Place Fairies, she is very beautiful and very wise.
Each spring Tallulah Blue along with her fairy friends NightinGale and Little Lu gather twigs of apple and pear which they dip into the enchanted waters of the Stream of Dreams making powerful wands.
All in all, just another magical day in Fairyland.
Winter has finally passed.
The gardens are awakening and the Fairies are too.
Oh, such magical wonders of nature.
Magic happens in every garden, all you have to do is look.
Here Ye, Hear Ye… Spring is right around the corner!
The back meadow at my farm is visited daily by a flock of Robins as well as a gathering of Blue Jays.
How lovely the air smells, how soft the ground once hard has become beneath my rubber booted feet.
Soon fairies will awaken from their long winter slumber and leave the forest to join Old Horse and myself in the gardens.
For now I tidy up the glass greenhouse readying to start planting seeds; I water the pithouse more often now as the temperatures rise; the sun shines brighter and the days are longer and warmer.
Please click on the link below to enjoy a happy little spring time video.
Dreaming … Spring is just around the corner!
The Magic of a Soft Winter’s Snow.
My Garden’s gone quiet beneath the snow, quiet and resting.
Our vintage 120 year old glass greenhouse has become a magnificent backdrop for a talented artist.
A playful prankster who finds great fun in nipping noses, ears and fingers as well as an enormous amount of satisfaction and delight in painting ice patterns on lucky window panes.
Jack Frost is believed by some to be the mischievous son of the Frost King. He is known as King of The Winter Spirits and is a member of the Fairy Kingdom. A talented traveling artist we consider ourselves fortunate to be the recipient of such fine artistry.
Jack Frost is said to have the power to freeze shadows and he paints the beautiful fern like whirls you see frozen on window panes.
When a glass window pane is exposed to outside air that is extremely cold and inside air that is warmer and moist, water vapor condenses on the glass forming (Jack Frost) patterns. Imperfections and scratches or dust particles on the glass influence the types of patterns Jack Frost can create. Often called fern frost or ice flowers because of the patterns created.
Children have been asking this question for generations.
A wonderful book of poems called “Beyond The Mountain” by Sarah Stokes Halkett published in 1917 asks this same question.
Here in Maine on the north side of a small mountain I am Seamstress to a troop of Home Place Fairies.
I sew and weave a very elaborate assortment of clothing for these fairies to suit their needs.
I also create with the fairies assistance what I like to call, “wearable gardens” for human children.
The Home Place Fairies in turn help the Wizard and I care for the orchards on our farm as well as assist bees pollinating flower and vegetable gardens and fields of organic blueberries.
Old Horse is Guardian of the Home Place Fairies and has lived here at the farm as long as anyone can remember.
Long ago enchanted by the Fairies, he ages though he never grows old.
So where do the fairies go when it snows ….
Old Horse knows , but he’s not saying.
This sweet poem from “Beyond The Mountain” was asking that same question in 1917 and well, it’s still being asked today.
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 pretty fairies hide
When on the snow 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.
Fairies are mysterious little beings and maybe we as humans are not meant to know the answer to every little thing.
Possibly real magic rests in faith and believing in possibilities which you cannot always see;
Maybe magic is the same as dreaming and wishing upon stars .
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