June is a time of jubilation as the gardens have awakened,  alive and abundant.

Foxgloves are a favorite flower of the fairy folk.  Sprinkled with fairy dust they sparkle and glow.

Old Horse in the meadows looks over the Poppies and Fairies alike. He is friend and Guardian of all the Home Place Faires.

Fairy Folk gather, they sing and they dance.

Magic happens in every garden

All one has to do is look…

Every garden is a Fairyland.

Live your own great story.

The possibilities are endless.

Sydney rests under the arbor of arctic kiwi.

A lovely little Fairy prepares to sprinkle this mornings ration of fairy dust.

Each morning  at sunrise I wander through the Children’s Garden of Earthly Delight to see what the fairies are up to.

Day break is a magical hour; this is when the Home Place Fairy Folk leave their secret chambers hidden deep within the Enchanted Forest and fly into our gardens sprinkling fairy dust.

This morning I came upon a bed of broad leaf and common chives whose buds the fairies were dusting. Not wanting to disturb them I nodded in greeting and continued on my way wondering what I would discover in the garden on this particular day.

I decided to pay a visit to my friend Ms. Sparrow who recently constructed a tidy little ground nest hidden beneath a clump of Witch Grass. Sparrow had quickly filled her nest with 5 tiny speckled eggs which hatched during my last visit.

Each and every morning considerate Fairies have been sprinkling the hatch-lings with fairy dust for protection. This is how the hatch-lings looked just 4 days ago.

And this is how they looked this morning. I cannot help but feel a bit of wonder and awe at how these fledglings have transformed. They are now all feathered and grown almost double in size.

Isn’t it marvelous the magic of nature?

A garden no matter how small if full of secrets, all one has to do is look.

Spring greenery has begun, flowers have begun to blossom and fairies take delight.

Magic happens everywhere, all one has to do is look!

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.

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.

The Magic of a Soft Winter’s Snow.

My Garden’s gone quiet beneath the snow, quiet and resting.