Tag Archives: fairies

a point of light.

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’twas fairy day at the artisan’s market

and soon they came around

lots of them of ev’ry kind

and treasures to be found.

“the fairy poet takes a sheet o
f moonbeam, silver white;


his ink is dew from daisies sweet,


his pen a point of light.


~joyce kilmer

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magical writing.

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peaches: “your writing is beautiful. may i read it?”

grandie v: “it’s written in magic fairy language, peaches, so i’ll have to read it to you. it says: fairies, mermaids, and unicorns are magical.”

peaches: “we’re both so lucky that you know magic fairy language.”


”if i fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don’t remove it

— i might be writing in my dreams. 

-terri guillemetsqe

dandelion.

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each spring day

we talked about the dandelions

how the seeds

when gently blown

caused new

baby fairies

to fly away and be born

whose job was to

spread more

good and happiness

throughout the world

each day

she carefully brought in

the head or seed

of a dandelion

carrying it

ever so gently

and

delivering it

into my hands

just before class

when at last

at the end of our

kindergarten year

i went to clean out

my little drawer 

one tiny blossom 

was left 

for me

in that safe haven

waiting

to be blown to the wind

and it was

a gift to behold.

“beautiful as a dandelion-blossom,

golden in the green grass,

this life can be.

common as a dandelion-blossom,

beautiful in the clean grass,

not beautiful because common,

beautiful because beautiful,

noble because common,

because free.”

– edna st. vincent millay

 

welcome to my fairy garden, one and all.

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nothing i love better

than to see

children, adults, pets, families

in

wagons

strollers

on foot

on bicycles

walking

running

skipping

being carried.

stopping by

to pay a visit

to the fairy garden

in all four seasons.

chatting

playing

smiling

bringing gifts

acting out stories

taking tokens

noting changes

moving things

telling secrets

making memories

leaving special things behind.

spending a little quiet time

with the fairies

before they head

back into life 

in a 

busy grown-up world. 

child of the pure, unclouded brow
and dreaming eyes of wonder!
though time be fleet and I and thou
are half a life asunder,
thy loving smile will surely hail
the love-gift of a fairy tale.
– lewis carroll

nothing can be truer than fairy wisdom. it is as true as sunbeams. – douglas william jerrold

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we made a fancy house 

with

windows open wide

thinned the field

planted beautiful flowers

collected favorite things

painted magic rocks

decorated sticks

sprinkled 

treasures and sparkles

opened up a pumpkin patch

made the beds

welcomed

the curious bees 

and 

friendly butterflies

laid out a table

and invited them in. 

the fairies 

must have been watching

for they

moved into

their new little village

in the circle

right on our playground

and

we hope they’re here to stay. 

if a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder without any such gift from the fairies, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in.
-rachel carson

wintering.

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even the fairies

have settled in

for a  long

winter’s nap

still tucked in

covered

by

a soft

blanket of snow

with

just

a

lemon feather

and

a few

festive trappings

above

reminding us

of

the spring

below

and

yet

to come.


“perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath,

for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.”

 – anne morrow lindbergh