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March is blowing in with a vengeance. The faeries that have remained here to help guard the portal are having a hard time trying to keep from blowing away in the wind. I just looked out the window and saw five of them gusting past with their petticoats flying everywhere as they tried to grab onto anything they could reach to stop themselves from toppling head over heels.

Arial came to me this morning to tell me that there is going to be a wonderful show at sundown. When I ask her what was going to happen, she smiled weakly and said that the remaining faeries at the palace were going to be heading to the summer court in the north and that “the display” is something to behold”. I ask if she was a little home sick  and she replied with, “there are more urgent duties for me right now. I have no time for silly ruminations.” That’s Arial, all business.

I checked on Warren and Odette as soon as I returned from the faerie realm to find them snug in their little pumpkin house under the sink. As luck might have it, the dogs haven’t bothered them at all, I’m hoping that they are getting used to our diminutive guests. Warren ask me if I might take a few photos so that they could write home to show how well they are getting on in their new home, so I got out my camera and we had a photo shoot.

I never really had the chance to ask about their homeland, so after we took some pictures, Odette ran and gathered up a wonderful old gnome family album to show me the high mountain lake in Switzerland where they had lived before coming here. “If you look very close, down by the water, just on the edge of the trees, you can see Warren waving at the camera.”  I told them that it was a beautiful setting oeschinen-switzerlandand that I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to give up such beautiful scenery to come and live in my garden. Odette patted my hand and said,”Aye lass, tis indeed wondrous country, but we were wantin to see a bit o’ the world. Warren had been smitten with the wanderlust ya see an I couldnt let him be a loan roamin gnome, just dint seem right. Speakin of roamin, had a letter  t’other day from a couple of uncles wantin ta come an see our new place, I told em it would be grand ta see em both, ya woudnt’ be mindin would ye?”

“I don’t mind at all, it will be nice to meet some of your relatives Odette. They can stay as long as they like, uh, they don’t mind dogs do they?” I could see it now, three Chihuahuas chasing after four gnomes. Oh, the cacophony! Maybe the weather will be nice enough for the gnome folk to be outside when they get here.

Arial exploded onto the scene in a brilliant shower of white sparkles. “Come now! Come quickly!” She was tugging frantically at the sleeve of my hoody. “They are leaving, you must say goodbye.” I hadn’t realized how fast the afternoon had gone, the sun was sinking quickly behind the mountains.(I think that my internal clock is whacked by going back and forth from the faerie realm).

fire-rainbowI grabbed Bill and Odette grabbed Warren and we all went around to the front of the garage where we could have an unobstructed view of the western sky. The faerie guard were already lined up along the peak of the roof to watch the miracle of transition.

When the sun had barely set,  the sky lit up with glorious color. “It’s like watching fireworks!” Bill loves fireworks, but he had to admit that this breathtaking show of light and color had fireworks beat, hands down.

The faeries all raised their arms, hands clasp together, and swayed back and forth as they sang a farewell lullaby in high sweet notes. I hope my neighbors don’t see all of this, Mrs. Shunner was peeking out at us from her front room window. Worried that she might start getting to curious about what’s going on in my backyard, I made the suggestion to the others that we move closer to the house.

“Arial, this is the most unusual rainbow I’ve ever seen, it’s to high, and rainbows usually form an arch.”

“It’s not a rainbow, oh, humans call it a rainbow, a fire rainbow to be exact, and they have all sorts of scientific reasons for it, but what really causes it is thousands of faerie wings reflecting the setting rays of the sun. When the group gets closer to the north pole and the angle of the sun is steeper, it doesn’t look so much like a rainbow, but more like green faerie lights in the night sky.”

We all stood together and watched as the last of the color, the last of the faerie wings, vanished from sight. Odette said, “I’ll be wantin’ to write home about this…”

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

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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.