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© Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009-2016. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Tami Ruesch, The Misty world of Arial Hollyberry, with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

The setting sun sent a riot of pink and orange streaking through the high thin clouds which cast the  backyard into deep purple shadows. Arial and I were in the kitchen putting finishing touches on the refreshments for tonight’s celebration. When all the crystal bowls were stacked high with berries and sweet breads, and the gravy boats filled to the rims with milk and honey, Arial pointed  her wand at the platters and they rose into the air and vanished in a flash of light.

Arial turned to me with a radiant smile, “I must go and attend to our guests. We will be back for you when the last of the light has left the sky.” Then she winked out, but not before she swooshed a cascading spray of pink and green sparkles all over me. I covered my eyes. “Hey!” Arial giggled, and was gone.

I tied up my hair  with purple and yellow streamers and found a sparkly blue shawl to throw over my shoulders. Bill wore his best panama hat with the exotic feathers in the band. I checked with Warren and Odette to see if they were ready and was delighted to see Warren in a tiny black and green tartan kilt and a white shirt with puffy sleeves, he was carrying a staff made of  willow, and the toes of his shoes curled at the tips. He kept stopping every few steps to tug at his stockings which kept slipping down below his knees.

“Warren! you look very stylish.” I noticed Odette grabbing at his hand every time he started to pry at his tight collar. ” And Odette, you are a vision in your pink skirts.”

“I had a time of it with Warren here Missus, he’s not used to dressin up, but I told him I didnt’ want him goin and embarasin us all. Oh Warren! stop yer fidgetin”

Bill held the door open for us when we heard drums beating out a slow, steady rhythm. We stepped out into the cool night air and were greeted by four faeries who flanked us. The faerie to my right held up her wand and waved it at the ivy hedge. The vines began to roll back, twisting and twinning around until a large archway formed. A path, lighted on either side by glowing silver and crystal orbs, led down the hill to the left and into a grove of old oak trees.

We stepped through the opening and started off down the path with our escorts on either side. There was a furious rustling behind us. I jerked around, expecting to see Mrs. Shunner streaking up,  like a crazed screaming banshee.  When I looked, there was no one there, and the hedge had filled in, leaving no trace of our passing  from the mortal world.

I linked my arm in Bill’s and took a deep breath as we continued toward the trees. The narrow path opened to a small glade, completely surrounded by live oak trees. In addition to the Spanish Moss (imagine  Spanish Moss in these northern climes), the trees were strung with streamers of pink, blue, and white. Small twinkling lights hung in the branches. I glanced around, “Bill, look over there.” I pointed straight ahead of us. Lights weren’t the only thing hanging from the branches. Tall thin creatures with long stringy fingers were draped over the bottom limbs. They had pointed faces with large glowing green eyes.

I pulled at the skirts of the faerie that had opened the portal. “What are those!” She smiled and said, “Those are Dryads, they live in the oak trees to protect this special grove.” We were shown pillows placed at the bottom of the largest oak then allowed to take our seats.

When we were seated, all kinds of magical creatures began to appear in the glade. Pixies, unicorns, a couple of dwarfs, and the dryads joined the group of faeries to celebrate the Spring Equinox. A sudden hush fell over the group and we all looked skyward. A Light appeared in the sky and grew larger as it descended, landing in the middle of the circle. Then, in a flash of sparkling pink light, Arial appeared.

The drums that we had heard earlier started again, Arial walked around the group, smiling and placing her hand on each creature’s head as they bowed before her. She turned to the east, tapped her staff on the ground three times and chanted, “Mother Earth, it’s Ostara and now is the hour, time to awaken. and green, and flower.”

She turned to the south and repeated the chant. Once more, after turning to the west, she tapped her staff three times and chanted, “Mother Earth, it’s Ostara, and now is the hour, time to awaken, and green, and flower. After a long silence, the group exploded in cheers and applause. Arial spun up into the darkness with her wand extended. Shimmering light cascaded down over the entire grove. Tables of food appeared around the outside of the area and were converged upon. Fiddles and pan flutes began to play a lively tune and Celtic drums kept the beat. Someone on the edge of the circle started a spiral dance and soon the whole glade was dancing and singing as the circle twirled in toward the center. Faeries and pixies held hands, one dwarf held a unicorns ear with one hand and spun a Dryad around with the other. At one point Warren and Odette jumped into the fray and began dancing in circles.

Since Bill isn’t one for dancing, we just sat on our pillows and enjoyed the show. It was well after midnight when the festivities started to wind down. Arial was making her way toward us through the crowd, waving goodbye to everyone as she came, and wishing them safe journey. “We should be returning to the garden now Kind One, before the Bogies start coming out to forage.”

I looked over at Bill who could hardly keep his eyes open. “Yes, I think that would be a good idea.” I picked up the gnomes and put them in Bills jacket pocket so that they couldn’t get lost in the dark on the way back.

We started walking back up the path the way we had come. Arial was in front with four faeries of the emerald guard and the rest followed behind. As we got closer to the ivy hedge, a chill swept over me and I stopped abruptly, making Bill stumble a little. He leaned in and whispered, “What?”

Arial and the guard had their wands raised, tips glowing bright orange-red. We stood, frozen. Wild rustling sounds were coming from the other side.

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

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"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!"
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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.