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It looks as if we are going to have another gray day. The storm that hit two days ago has yet to loose its icy grip. I scan the skies for any sign of blue and head into the kitchen to grab my morning coffee. Out in the garden, Sunny is dancing through the light snow that is falling, she comes up to the window, taps at it once, smiles, waves and is back to the snowflake dance. I think, this is a nice peaceful start to the day.

I shouldn’t be in such a hurry to make that kind of assumption. Having three Chihuahua’s and faeries (probably in the thousands now!) means that some conflict, at some time, is inevitable. It is usually when I let the dogs out back. (and sometimes if a couple get in the house like they did the other day).

Like now, all the dogs are taking their sweet time to do their duty (you know what I mean) and they are wading, and sniffing, and generally poking around the yard. I,on the other hand, am standing inside the back door, staying warm. I watch as seven faeries shoot through the opening in the ivy and quickly fly up into the Hawthorne tree coming to rest on a branch that is very heavy with wet snow. Faeries above, dogs below, this can’t be good!

All seven faeries start to jump up and down on the branch (it takes seven of them to even make it move). Below, the dogs are just minding their own business. I tried to get their attention, but they have a habit of not coming to me when I call, if they don’t want to. Well, Lucy and Merry had wandered off to the other side of the yard leaving Edie by herself, yes, you guessed it, right in the path a very wet plop of snow.


It was like watching a slow motion movie…faeries jumping, Edie sniffing, and a very large clump of snow falling! And, just like in the movies, right when the snow was three inches above Edie’s head, everything reverted back to regular speed. The problem was that I couldn’t get to her before the snow did.

Now, Edie was the runt of the litter and has had her share of frights in the short time she has been with us. She is very suspicious and scares easily. She is also very vocal in her disapproval. A split second later, the snow hit her square on the head sending sprays of water in every direction. Edie cowers, looks around and then lets out a scream that would wake the dead. And she doesn’t stop screaming, oh no, she streaks  across the yard like a furry shrieking comet,  screaming at the top of her lungs.

Of course, the other dogs don’t have a clue what she is on about, but they are used to Edie so they just try to ignore her. This is the sight: faeries up on the branch that is now devoid of snow, laughing and clapping and flipping their wings, Edie whipping around the yard yelping at the top of her lungs like she is going to die ( it reminds me of the story of chicken little running around yelling, “the sky is falling, the sky is falling!”), me, running around in my bathrobe trying to catch Edie and the other two dogs darting around, trying to stay out of the way thinking “whats happened?! what, what, what!

I can’t help wondering, not for the first time, what the neighbors would think if they could see this production. At this point, Arial, having heard all the commotion, sticks her heard through the ivy to see what in the name of Jupiter is going on over here? (her words, not mine). She assess the situation quickly and immediately rounds up her erring flock and scoots them back through the opening.

When the rowdy masses were gone she pulled out a little flute and played a few short, high notes. Ferne popped into the scene a moment later and the two faeries glided gently down on each side of the rampaging Edie, keeping up with every twist and turn the little dog was making. They started to sing a delicate  faerie song that, I have to admit, had an unusual calming effect on everyone within ear shot. With order restored, the two faeries flipped their wings, popped up to eyeball height, and smiled. Then they disappeared in a quick flash of pinkish light.

When we were all back inside and I had Edie snuggled in her warm blanket. I started thinking. I must get a message to my brother the pirate (no, not to get his gremlins!) There are other ways to get control over my faerie population. I love my faerie friends, they are just playful. I love my dogs, they just don’t understand the faeries, so, I will find out if there are any gnomes that would like to come and settle in my garden this spring. Those jolly little guys will bring harmony back to Kensington Mannor!

© Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009.

5 Responses to “The Snow Is Falling, The Snow is Falling!!”

  • I love your graphics! Very magical!

  • arialhollyberry:

    Thank you! “Magical” is my middle name!

  • sandysays1:

    I like fairies. Don’t know any personally, but my human says to keepmy imagination active and you never know

  • Very interesting story. Hard to tell what was fantasy and what was real. You’re a great writer. Keep the stories coming. By the way I haven’t told you but I submitted my orange cookie story in the local Transcript Newspaper’s “Christmas I remember best” this past December and I took first place in the adult non fiction category. Just thought you’d like to know.


  • arialhollyberry:

    Your human is right! Faeries always know who is open to the faerie experience… Keep dreaming!

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For those who would rather listen, you can find all of the audio post in one convenient place, just look under the tab "Faeries in word and song". These are arranged from earliest to most recent so that you will be caught up on all the adventures. Turn up your sound!

"Kind One?"
"Yes Arial..."
"You forgot something."
"I don't think so Arial, what are you talking about?"
"look at the bottom of the posts!"
"I still don't...wait a minute...oh of course! Thanks for bringing that to my attention, what ever would I do without you."

Arial wants me to point out that you can also listen to each post by playing the audio at the end of each posting.

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Fun Fairie Facts

You Know a Fairie is Present When...

You hear a whispering of leaves.
You see a whirlwind.
You feel a tingling sensation in your hair.
You have an unexplained loss of time.
You laugh uncontrollably, or feel exceptionally silly.
You see blades of grass bending when there
is no one around.

The Most Likely Place for Fairie Portals Are...

Lake shores
Glades in the forest
Where two roads intersect
Fences and border hedges (this is Arial's favorite)
Stairwells, hallways and landings
Tidal pools
Bends in a road


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I would like to give special thanks to Gail Schimmelpfennig for allowing me to put her wonderful poem "Seeking the Muse" on my site. You can read her poem in the fairy poetry section under "Fairies in Word and Song". Gail is Utah State Poetry Society's 2009 Poet of the Year, and I'm proud to say, a dear friend. You can find her on FaceBook where there is a group for the Utah poets.