Sea Fairies, Foggy Friends
Fog rolls in this time of year and with it a Salty Sea Fairy or two!
Fog can be a wonderful expression of moisture especially when the season has been so dry such as this one.
Any bit of moisture such as fog or dew is heartily welcomed.
Friends of the Home Place Fairies these Salty Fae have been known to sprinkle seaweed kissed fairy dust on my gardens, all the better to help them sprout, blossom and grow.
Seaweeds have many worthy nutrients and minerals which help plants not merely grow but thrive.
Sea Fairies are secretive and mysterious, just as one would expect from fairy folk who only arrive under a cover of thick rolling fog.
These industrious little Fae depart at first blink from Wise Old Sun.
By the time I enter my garden the Home Place Fairies and their salty companions have already sprinkled the greenhouses and gardens with fairy dust and all is as it should be.
Rose in the Garden of Possibilities
Rose rises early in the morning on the Summer Solstice.
She greets the first day of Summer by entering the Garden of Possibilities in search of Home Place Fairy Folk.
A sincere smile and a tender wish is all it takes to spot a Fairy or two.
Magic exists all around us, all one has to do…is look.
After the Rain The Fairies Come Out.
After the rain the fairies come out cheerfully sprinkling fairy dust throughout my gardens, encouraging hummingbirds, moths and bees.
Whirling and twirling, they sing and they dance.
They twirl right, they spin left, waving their wands, fluttering with ease.
Every Garden Has a Story
The Fairies belive that gardens are like people and that every Garden no matter how large or how small
has a story.
The Fairies say that as you grow you will discover after all your searching and seeking,
which are brilliant and wonderful things to do,
That the most valuable of treasures lies within you… an open, accepting human heart.
Fairy Folk believe in human kindness and generosity and they say that those magical childhood hours spent within a garden will always be carried within you.
Remember it’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey, the travels along the way.
So adventure outward if even into your own back yard and look closely at and make friends with the smallest of the small, the tallest of the tall.
Discover the world around you as you sprout, blossom and grow.
Remember you are as magical as any garden as you transform into your own true self.
Some Fairy Fine Faces of Fairyland Friends
NightinGale
Wren
Lilah Blue Fae
Gemma
La Rosa
Starlight
Lullah Jay
Ina Enchanted
Delphinia
Olympia
Tiny G
Little Lu
Fawn
Beryl
The Sense of Being Looked At.
One morning as a little girl worked in her greenhouse she had a peculiar sense of being looked at.
However when she looked about all she saw were tender new young seedlings waiting to be watered.
And so she went back to tending her chores.
After awhile the little girl once again had that peculiar sense that comes with being looked at and even thought she saw a twinkle or two.
But every time she turned her head to look no twinkle could be seen and so she continued to water her plants and she continued to have a sense of being looked at.
It occurred to the little girl that perhaps there were fairies about.
As she worked she kept one eye on her chores and one eye out for these mischievous little fairy folk.
“Ah ha! I see you now!” said the little girl to a departing twinkling light, and she set off following that little twinkle right out the greenhouse front door to who knows where.
And you know what? At the very same moment a little fairy was giggling as she scampered out the greenhouse back door!
Fairies are pranksters and like to play games. They love to spy on young children and lead them on “wild fairy chases.”
Every Garden Tells a Story
On the north side of a small mountain in Maine there grows a very large and fluid garden, a Story Garden.
Every garden has a story.
What secrets do you think this garden might tell?
When the Seamstress to the Fairies created this garden she knew that it would not truly blossom into it’s full potential until children arrived, only then would the stories of this garden unfold and be “seen” and felt for the very first time.
Nothing quite like the sound of children’s laughter in a garden, running,laughing, singing … stories all around, all around.
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