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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

NightinGale

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wren

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lilah Blue Fae

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gemma

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

La Rosa

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Starlight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lullah Jay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ina Enchanted

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Delphinia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Olympia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tiny G

 

Little Lu

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fawn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beryl

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lady Moon brings clarity and spreads kindness wherever she goes.

 

 

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.”

 

 

Old Horse, Guardian of the Home Place Fairies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As grand a horse as ever there was.

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Full moon of June is known as the Strawberry Moon.

The naming of full moons in North American is said to have originated with  Native Americans.

The rise of the Full Strawberry Moon signals the ripening of wild strawberries and the time to gather their harvest.

 

From atop Blue Fairy Hill we were fortunate enough to witness both the setting of the sun and the rising of Strawberry Moon!

 

The following is such a beautiful story of one man’s generosity , one I thought worth repeating.

It is a mere a sketch of a story, as it really is Ryan’s story and therefore his for the telling.

Every once in a while you meet someone who’s living their dreams.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ryan is such a person, and on the day he arrived in my gardens with Lady Katherine I could not help but notice how the birds sang louder; how flowers appeared more colorful and how the Fairy Folk instead of hiding fluttered freely as if welcoming one of their own. Even shy Luna the Enchanted Puppet showed herself, happily welcoming these guests.

A world traveler Ryan had just returned from South America, Thailand, India and Nepal.

Enchanted by the sound of an ancient Indian violin Ryan had traveled all the way to India in  hopes of finding a teacher and learning to play.

An amazing journey.

Below is a short video tale of what happened the day Ryan found his way into my garden.

The Traveler, The Camel and The Hand Pan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The background music is mbira, as the Fairies themselves have whispered I play.

Greetings from the endless garden of the mind…where color and flowers are always in bloom.

Follow your heart; and live your own great story out loud.

 

 

 

 

Dream dreamer,

Dream big and dream wide,

Dream often and consciously,

Soon you will be living your own Great Story out loud.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The possibilities are endless…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Creativity, the Fairies encourage it.