Somewhere far away in New England on the north side of a mountain in a village of hope, a small troop of Home Place Fairies gather together in the deepest hours of twilight. On this evening each year they have the ability to shape shift, increasing their size to that of mortal children. In order to do so they must shed their wings and leave them behind closeted deep within their chambers of an old oak tree.

While a human child slumbers in a farmhouse nearby the fairies happily gather stardust to grind into powder, precious and fine.

Filling finely woven willow baskets the fairies look high and they look low.  Sensing the sleeping child they enter her dream. All the while an old horse stands watching , he’s waited many years for this day.

They are the Wand Makers and this is their hour . These fairies have no time to waste as they march across the meadow through the forest to the Stream of Dreams.

Here stands La Rosa, she is the Wand Keeper .

It is during these twilight hours of enchantment that stars reflections drop from the sky. Floating down the Stream of Dreams they are captured by the fairies on twigs of apple, ash and oak, creating powerful wands.

The Wand Makers must work together in tandem capturing enough starlight to empower all of their wands for one full year. Only on this day early each spring, before the buds turn green can they work this magic.

The Fairies work hard and in silence, with great concentration. They must not miss one starlight’s reflection as each represents a mortal child ‘s dream.

“Old Horse is waiting and time is running short. ” La Rosa tells the Wand Makers .

Nightingale and Lula Belle join Old Horse who has been watching and waiting near by.

Old Horse follows Nightingale. He’s been through this before and he knows what must be done.

To the edge of the meadow where the ancient orchard grows they take him, while in the farmhouse a girl child lays dreaming of starlight, and wands.

Old Horse bows his head as the fairies work their magic. He is re-enchanted with everlasting time. Though he ages he never grows old.

Into the little girl’s dream the fairies enter. “Come with us.” they whisper to the sleeping child.

And so the girl follows the fairies and Old Horse follows them, deeper into her dream they go.

As darkness begins to fade and dawn is on the rise the fairies gather their wands and stardust. Quickly they must head back to their chambers. At the entrance they will shape shift back to their wee size, adorn their wings and into the garden take flight.

In the morning when the little girl awakens, she walks  far into the meadow where the orchard grows.  She sees an old horse standing, waiting and she knows he is there for her; she recognizes him from her dreams. Together they walk as she leads him out of his past and into their future.

 

 

While out wandering one fine day I met a little Green Fairy dancing all alone in the forest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Upon seeing me the little fairy politely bowed, curtsied, giggled and twirled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I stepped closer she paused and smiled sweetly,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then snapped her fingers and fled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Attached to our barn we have a pit greenhouse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our so called Pit House is a greenhouse buried 8 feet deep into the earth with a southern facing glass roof.

 

 

 

 

A wonderful haven where magic happens all year long.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brunhilde Toad and her sister Trixie winter here, it is their version of the tropics.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amaryllis flowers blossom among large pots of  Rosemary and  Scented Geraniums.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The earth banked sides retain solar warmth collected from the glass roof on sunny winter days.

 

 

 

Fairy Folk visit with me as I tend  herbs on the warmest of the winter days. They sprinkle fairy dust about which encourages the plants to continue to sprout, blossom and grow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some of my favorite children visit with the fairies as they help water the herbs sparingly during the long cold winter months.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spending an hour or two in this green and flowering little haven is truly magical, especially on a cold Maine winter day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I come from a long line of gardeners who were friends with the fairy folk, and many of them had pithouses as well as above ground glass greenhouses.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Each generation in my family there have been individuals who were friends with the Fairy Folk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And each generation has had their own Memory Keeper. I am the Memory Keeper for my generation. I am known as Seamstress to the Fairies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I make fairy clothing for the wee folk as well as enchanted wearable gardens for human believers of the Fae.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I‘ve also been known to write a fairy tale or two.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the winter when my gardens are asleep I enjoy spending quiet moments in my pit house enjoying the greenery and scent of herb flowers and warm rich earth on a snowy white day.

 

 

 

 

Cinnamon is a fairy happy bunny who spends the winter residing in the warmth and flora of our pit house along with his pal Toast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cinnamon and Toast are fairy small rabbits and very friendly, they tend to the winter pruning of my rather large Rosemary plants.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A little nibble here and a little nibble there, they keep these shrubs tidy and tame.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They also like to munch on tender little weeds who poke up through the sand and gravel floor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rosemary sparkled with fairy dust.

 

 

 

 

Here are some images of other pit greenhouses. They come in all sizes, but the concept is the same, each is a glass roofed structure nested snug into the warmth of Earth’s soil.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spring is right around the corner.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Glorious New Year from the Home Place Fairies!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ours is a glorious world filled with all sorts of surprises.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those who seek experience the extra ordinary possibilities found in unexpected places.

Happy New Year from the Seamstress to the Fairies!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy New Year from Old Horse and the Seamstress to the Fairies!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy New Year from the Home Place Fairies!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Very unusual weather this winter with much warmer temperatures than we normally experience. No snow anywhere when a few days ago everything was covered in white. Several days ago I met a night crawler wiggling slowly but with determination across the semi solid ground…from where did he come and where was he intending to go? He could not say so I scooped him up and carefully brought him down into the pit greenhouse where the ground never freezes and greenery all winter grows.

 

 

 

Today the granddaughters and cousins found a frog! Now that was a surprise, groggy but sitting upon solid ground in a clump of withered leaves.

Later when I hiked  down to the waterfalls I was not too surprised to see that the Home Place Fairies had left their cozy winter quarters to flutter and  dance in the warmth of a late December Day. This is highly unusual for them to do this time of the year. To my knowledge this has only happened a few times ever before.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The forest bordering my farm is enchanted and deep within in very secret places there are two sacred waterfalls where fairies fly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For believers anything is possible.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Adventure out into nature.

 

 

 

 

 

The possibilities are endless.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two little Fairies left the forest with their wands hoping to meet and wondered

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As they wandered …

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How simply wander-fully wonderful wandering with wands can be!