http://fairiefabels.com faeries through the ivy hedge Sun, 13 Feb 2011 00:50:07 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.5 faeries through the ivy hedge The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no faeries through the ivy hedge http://fairiefabels.com/wp-content/plugins/powerpress/rss_default.jpg http://fairiefabels.com http://fairiefabels.com/2009/08/midsummer-revisited/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/08/midsummer-revisited/#comments Fri, 14 Aug 2009 16:48:31 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=1477 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/08/midsummer-revisited/feed/ 0 bleeding hearts,crystal,dancing,dragonflies,faerie celebration,faerie realm,Flowers,frogs and crickets,humming birds,light of day,Midsummer,rose quartz I felt a tangible shift as I stepped into the fairy ring. A soft breeze began to sweep through the meadow, it carried the sent of lavender and jasmine as it swirled around the circle. I heard the rustling of a thousand  faerie voices blowing on the bre... I felt a tangible shift as I stepped into the fairy ring. A soft breeze began to sweep through the meadow, it carried the sent of lavender and jasmine as it swirled around the circle. I heard the rustling of a thousand  faerie voices blowing on the breeze, soft at first, then growing louder. I spun around and peered into the gloomy recces of the tall pines looking for the whispered solicitations, then, In one gigantic explosion, the air was filled with faeries. I couldn't see Arial anymore, she was lost in the frenzy of the faerie celebration. At the edge of the clearing, fireflies flew in and out of the flowers on the bleeding heart bushes, making them glow a soft red, still others flickered like tiny yellow candles moving in and out of the shadows at the edge of the clearing. Mixing with the melodious voices of the faeries were the sounds of the night. Frogs and crickets added the counter point to their song. The faeries circled and spun, diving in and out, their delicate wings fluttering through my hair. In an attempt to find Arial, I moved closer to the center, making sure not to step on any of the spiraling faeries. They were everywhere, flying on humming birds, and hiding behind flowers. I had been to the realm of the fae before but I had never seen so many different types of faeries, they were all shapes and sizes. The rhythmic melodies of the faeries were becoming more enchanting and I found myself swaying with the magical music. I caught sight of Arial just as a legion of faeries  lifted me into the air. Normally I would have been unnerved by the sudden change of altitude, but the high pitched singing had filled my ears and I was caught up in the turbulent dance of Midsummer. It looked as if I were dancing with the stars themselves, whirling faster and faster until everything blurred together. I heard musical voices whispering to me to leave the mortal world behind. The night passed into early morning and still we danced, twisting and leaping, until I felt as though I had merged with the fae. All memory of my mortal world was slowly seeping away. This is wonderful! I have no ties to hold me back, no responsibilities. I am grace and spontaneity! At this moment, I had given myself over completely to the faerie realm, I couldn't even imagine going back. I was so caught up in the euphoria of the moment that I hadn't noticed Arial spinning close by. She had a look of understanding on her face. "Kind One, we must get back to the ivy hedge before the sun's rays hit the meadow."  I felt like cold water had been splashed in my face. In the east, the sky was beginning to show the first light of day. The celebration was already beginning to fade from my memory and I became aware that I was floating high above the ground. "No Arial, I don't want to go back, I'm one of the fae now, I've been invited!" Arial held her wand over her head in both hands and spoke in elvish. The wand began to glow as we slowly drifted back toward earth. Arial spoke, her words soft in my ear. "Hold out your hand." Reluctantly, I gave in and held my hand forward. She waved her wand  and a small polished stone materialized in my upturned palm. The stone was soft pink rose quartz that had a hole in the center. I watched as black cording twined around the stone then draped itself over my head so that the pendant hung over my heart. "This is beautiful Arial, thank you, but what do I do with it? Does this mean I can stay?" Arial smiled. "The Fae need your help on the other side Kind One, your work and the people who love you are there. You are much to important to us to stay in the realm."  She could see that I was having a hard time remembering. "Hold the stone up to your eye and look through it, you will understand better." I brought the crystal up to my eye and gazed through the center. The faeries I had been dancing with were fading into mist, their delicate hands reaching out for me. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 7:36 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/07/come-away-with-us/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/07/come-away-with-us/#comments Sun, 26 Jul 2009 01:45:43 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=1464 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/07/come-away-with-us/feed/ 0 Cloudless Sky,dragonflies,faerie realm,Fairies,forest,Midsummer,mushrooms,music,predawn,soft breeze,Sunset With the fire faeries doing such a wonderful job of heating up the season, the only time I can enjoy my backyard is in the cool of early morning. The sky is a cloudless light blue and the air is calm, as if the world is holding its breath, With the fire faeries doing such a wonderful job of heating up the season, the only time I can enjoy my backyard is in the cool of early morning. The sky is a cloudless light blue and the air is calm, as if the world is holding its breath, waiting for the sun to melt away the last of the predawn shadows. I love to lay on the chase lounge and watch my faeries coming and going through the ivy hedge. Ever since the celebration of Midsummer I have had a hard time concentrating, I feel the faeries whispering to me, inviting me to join them and leave the mortal world behind. “Come away with us, come, and leave your cares behind. Feel the soft breeze of the realm; hear the stream as it trickles over cool, mossy stones. Come away, come away…if it weren’t for Arial, Odette and I would still be there. Arial has been trying to get me to write down my experiences, she tells me that it is the only way to break the spell cast over me when I entered the faerie circle; it seems that having faerie blood running through my veins makes it a little harder to resist the pull of the Fae. “Kind One, please, write down your thoughts on your computer machine, I will help if you like.” I had to smile. “Arial, I didn’t know you could type.” Arial flew in low over my laptop, skimming her tiny feet across the keyboard. “I don’t mean helping you to spell the words, I mean helping you remember.” She flew up and landed lightly on my shoulder then began to braid my hair. I felt it again, that hazy euphoric feeling. The trees started to sway back and forth and I heard pipe music playing in the distance. It could have been my imagination but I could swear that the energy field around the portal wavered. “Thanks, I think I can handle it.” I saw a look of disappointment wash across her face and felt ashamed that I had been so short and hurriedly added, “Why don’t you sit  and keep me company, I might need some clarification, I do still feel a little light headed.”  She jumped up and buzzed around my head, adding to my already disconnected feeling. A slight breeze blew through the trees, carrying with it the sweet scent of honeysuckle. It lifted my hair and made the wind chimes sway. The pipe music I was hearing grew louder as the backyard seem to fade into a fine mist. My thoughts took me back to the path at the bottom of the hill. The dragonflies and faeries had escorted us  from the Elvenwood and were landing in groups of two and three at the edge of the forest. The sun balanced on the top of the hill sending blazing fingers of orange and pink reaching out toward high, thin clouds, and in the east, the early evening hues of violet and indigo signaled the coming twilight. Arial suddenly materialized on the path in front Odette and I. Her sparkling bright orange and pink appearance took us by surprise and we had to shield our eyes from the intensity of her glow. “I’m so glad you are back! I trust that Elendain treated you well. Don’t you love the elvenwood? I knew she was nervous because she was talking fast as she whipped around us in an excited frenzy. “We must hurry to the meadow, the celebration is about to begin.” I grabbed Odette and carried her as we made our way up the hill. By the time we reached the top, the purple and blue of the evening sky was blending with the sunset and the shadows on the forest floor were quickly deepening to black, blotting out the definition of the tall deep green pine trees. I expected to see a flurry of activity in the meadow but it was empty. “Arial, where is everyone?” Arial had flown ahead of us toward the center of the clearing and was hovering just inside what looked like a ring of soft white mushrooms that were nestled among the tall grasses, their large caps tilted in every direction. Arial's glittering wings reflected the last of suns fading rays. She beckoned us forward.  “Come, come and join the dance. Step inside the fairy ring, come. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 6:31 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/06/light-above-fog-below/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/06/light-above-fog-below/#comments Mon, 15 Jun 2009 23:07:07 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=1328 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/06/light-above-fog-below/feed/ 0 beast,faerie realm,faeries,Fairies,Fog,forest,forest canopy,mist,pillows,Trolls I sat up and struggled to pull myself out of a large  mass of white flowers that were threatening  to smother me.  Opening my eyes, I shoved and pushed the giant blooms, only to find that the large white flowers were only big fluffy pillows that had be... I sat up and struggled to pull myself out of a large  mass of white flowers that were threatening  to smother me.  Opening my eyes, I shoved and pushed the giant blooms, only to find that the large white flowers were only big fluffy pillows that had been placed all around me on a large downy bed. Bright morning sunlight filtered down through the forest canopy and pooled on the floor beside me. A pillow had slid off the bed and was now moving across the floor, seemingly by its own power. I reached up and twirled a strand of my hair between two fingers."Where am I, and how did I get here?" The thought floated in my mind like a leaf on a pond. I rubbed my eyes and watched as the pillow ran into the wall. A moment later, a pointed green hat burst out  from under the pillow. Odette followed the hat, her hair all disheveled. She shoved the pillow off of her and scurried across the floor. "Oh missus! Oh, your awake! Saints be praised, your awake." She climbed the mountain of pillows that were scattered around the bed then pulled herself up my arm and hugged my ear. "I waited right by yer side missus, I never left ya, not for a moment, no sir, not for a moment." She was quivering with excitement and relief. I wiped a tiny gnome sized tear from my ear lobe and plucked her off my shoulder, then cradled her in my hands. "Odette! I thought I had lost you. I was floating on a leaf in the middle of a huge pond and I almost sank when a storm came, but you weren't there and I couldn't see the shore." I held Odette, rocking back and forth and she hugged my thumb. "T'was the light from the crystal that saved us missus. It glowed so bright the the elves saw it and came for us. they'ed been told to watch fer us just like I told ya, an none to soon, the goblins were wantin us fer their dinner I think." Odette gave my thumb a long squeeze then waded across the mattress, sinking in up to her chin with every step. She wrapped her fingers around a delicate chain that was attached to the clapper of a silver bell and tugged. The chime echoed through the forest. Suddenly, the trees came to life. Eleven folk were everywhere. Spirals of wispy smoke began to curl out of chimney tops scattered throughout the trees. I pulled my gaze back from the activity in the tree tops. "Odette, your an elf alarm clock!" She turned and smiled at me, making her way back to my lap. "We'll be havin company soon." The curtain across the entry was pulled back just as Odette finished tucking the last of her curls up under her cap. Elendain moved through the entrance and came forward with her hands outstretched. "My dear, you have no idea how relieved the faerie court will be to know that you are safe. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Elendain, Mistress of the Elvenwood. We are honored to have you with us." She glanced at Odette. "And your little friend too. She is a true and faithful companion, she showed incredible grace under pressure." I noticed Odette blushing at such lavish praise. "Queen Alina has been notified that you are with us and will be sending an escort for you. The faerie, Cythia, has been remanded to the flower faeries winter realm and will no longer be a problem. I would love to take you on a tour of Elvenwood while we wait for your escort, that is if your knee will allow it." © Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 4:55 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/04/the-cycle-of-life/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/04/the-cycle-of-life/#comments Tue, 07 Apr 2009 05:54:45 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=826 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/04/the-cycle-of-life/feed/ 0 Arial Hollyberry,backyard,Daily Life,Entertainment,faerie realm,Fairie Stories,Fairies,Flowers,garden,Green Bottles,growth,Imagination Mother Nature has four seasons, Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn. We all know this, but what I have come to find out is that each season is ruled by a distinct group of faeries and the faeries have certain responsibilities that pertain to their parti... Mother Nature has four seasons, Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn. We all know this, but what I have come to find out is that each season is ruled by a distinct group of faeries and the faeries have certain responsibilities that pertain to their particular season. Winter is ruled by the frost faeries, it is their responsibility to see that the earth rests. They cover the world in a blanket of ice and snow and the plants go dormant, preparing to renew with the coming of warmer months. Spring is ruled by the flower faeries. They have the difficult assignment of convincing the frost faeries that it is time for the earth to thaw and bring forth new life. With the burden  of displacing the winter behind them, they turn their attention to the rebirth of nature, the flower faeries have the responsibility of encouraging new growth. Not long ago, I saw a tiny faerie pulling a crocus  out of the ground and spreading the bright yellow flower petals open. Every flower and plant has a faerie to help it grow and flourish. When the flower faeries have persuaded the trees to leaf out, the grass to  grow, and the flowers to bloom, when they have whispered to every bulb and seed, they yield to the Fire Faeries of Summer. These spicy little faeries have the responsibility of bringing light and energy to the world. In the far distant past, fire was regarded as the giver of life, because if the clan's fire went out, the clan perished. In order to produce the fruits of the field, the earth needs it's heat. These fiery sprites of summer are just as strong willed as the frost faeries and can remain far into autumn. When they stay that long we call it an Indian summer. The fall faeries have the responsibility of preparing nature for the coming of winter, they must convince these denizens of summer to move south so that the earth can rest again. The circle of life continues. The flower faeries began appearing for the Spring Solstice. I remember Arial saying that their sisters had arrived, but with all the commotion of the celebration, and having to deal with the freezing anger of Queen Orlith, I hadn't been able to give them my full attention. Today, while I was doing my usual spring inspection, I noticed two little faeries tiptoeing around on the periwinkle. Every few steps, they would point their wands at the ground cover and a blue-purple flower would appear. It was still terribly cold, but flowers were starting to bloom and the trees were beginning to leaf out. Spring, it seems, can not be contained. Orlaith must solve the problem of the missing faerie, and she must do it quickly. No sooner had the thought had crossed my mind, when Arial materialized in front of me. "I was just thinking of you! What are we going to do about this awful frigid weather? Queen Orlaith has to stop before she freezes all the fruit." "I have been to see the queen. Our sister faeries of the spring have sent a  mediator to consult with Orlaith and bring  an end to winter. Orlaith remains firm on the subject of the missing faerie, and promises that the fruit blossoms will not survive her cold anger if the faerie that is being held by the shape shifter is not released." I stared out the kitchen window at the flower faeries, who had moved on to the Laurel bushes and were busy coxing  the flower spikes out of the leaves. "You said you had a plan, I guess I'll have to hear it, or risk having all the flowers shrivel away." I turned to face Arial and found that another faerie had joined her and was currently sitting on the edge of the counter swinging her tiny feet back and forth and fluttering her shiny wings in the sunlight. Arial beamed,"This is Cythia, flower faerie liaison to Queen Orlaith" Cythia sprung to her feet, flipped her wings and whizzed over to hang three inches from my nose. I couldn't help noticing that the wings of a spring faerie were shiny instead of sparkly like the wings of the  frost faeries. "I have heard wonderful things about your garden! The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/dusk-to-dawn/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/dusk-to-dawn/#comments Sun, 29 Mar 2009 21:24:59 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=768 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/dusk-to-dawn/feed/ 0 Arial,backyard,Beam of Light,Daily Life,Dawn,Dusk,Elvish,Emerald Guard,faerie realm,faeries,Fantasy,Frost The night was starting to bow to the birth of a new day in the faerie realm, but as we stepped through the portal into the mortal world, the light in the sky was the light of sunset. Dusk and dawn, yin and yang, The night was starting to bow to the birth of a new day in the faerie realm, but as we stepped through the portal into the mortal world, the light in the sky was the light of sunset. Dusk and dawn, yin and yang, I was beginning to see how intertwined our world was with the transcendental world of the Fae. One world can't exist alone, each dependent on the existence of the other. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/stuck-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-hedge/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/stuck-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-hedge/#comments Fri, 27 Mar 2009 07:13:01 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=729 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/stuck-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-hedge/feed/ 0 Arial Hollyberry,backyard,Entertainment,faerie realm,Fairies,Fantasy,garden,Imagination,ivy hedge,Midnight,mortal world,Nature Arial, the captain of the emerald guard, and her second in command stood together in front of the ivy hedge. Bringing the fiery red tips of their wands together, they focused a beam of immense energy toward the portal. Arial, the captain of the emerald guard, and her second in command stood together in front of the ivy hedge. Bringing the fiery red tips of their wands together, they focused a beam of immense energy toward the portal. You could see the shimmering of the energy field as the edges of every leaf began to glow. We stood with the rest of the guard, waiting for the all clear sign, watching the hedge glow and shimmer in the cold night air. It looked like it was on fire but there was no heat. I was rather hoping for some warmth, all I had around my shoulders was the blue shawl that I wore to the party. Bill felt me start to shiver and pulled me closer. A loud thud came from the far side of the hedge, then, the sound of something heavy being dragged along the ground. The wild rustling had stopped. There was an eeriness to the silence that followed and it felt like the whole world was holding its breath. After what seemed to be an eternity, Arial broke off the energy beam and the glowing ivy leaves slowly returned to normal. We all strained to hear any signs of life on the other side, but the only sound we could hear was the stream gurgling over the rocks as it made its way down the hill. " Arial, is it safe to go home now? Whatever it was slouched away, it's gone." I was getting colder by the minute and this was starting to make me mad. How dare they (whoever "they" were) come into my back yard and keep us from our home. What was even worse was that they were on the mortal side where dangerous magical things weren't supposed to be. Everything was turned inside out. "I will send scouts through to investigate. I am not completely sure it is safe. If that was your neighbor, she might have morphed into a bush and is there waiting for the portal to open. Right now she doesn't know where the opening is, but  she knows that there is one in the garden. We can't take the chance of crossing over until we know she has gone. Four flashes of light streaked past us and darted toward the hedge. The faeries stopped in front of Arial and hung in the air, their wings sparkling in the dark. After they had received their instructions they split up, two going down the hedge to the right, and the other two going left. When they had gone several yards, they shot straight up and disappeared from sight. "It won't be long before we have you home Kind One! Oh, but you are shivering, I am so sorry not to have noticed sooner, allow me!" Arial waved her wand and a bright yellow bubble surrounded us. Instantly, the cold dissappeared  and was replaced with radiating warmth. Bill looked at me and smiled, "now that's what I call service!" It hadn't been two minutes before the scouting party returned in a frenzy. The faeries spun around Arial in a flurry, squeaking and squealing, all talking at once with a frantic pitch to their voices. Something was very wrong, and then I saw, only three faeries had returned. © Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/magic-happens/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/magic-happens/#comments Fri, 20 Mar 2009 06:52:56 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=661 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/magic-happens/feed/ 0 Arial Hollyberry,backyard,Creatures,Daily Life,Entertainment,faerie realm,Fairie Stories,Fairies,Fantasy,garden,magic,Nature There's a sticker on my bulletin board that reads: "Magic Happens". I have always thought of it as an inspirational motto, but in light of  recent events, I am beginning to think that the phrase is more a foreshadowing of life itself. There's a sticker on my bulletin board that reads: "Magic Happens". I have always thought of it as an inspirational motto, but in light of  recent events, I am beginning to think that the phrase is more a foreshadowing of life itself. A good example of the saying "Magic Happens" is our next door neighbor, Mrs. Shunner. We just recently found out that she isn't what she appears to be at first glance. If you saw her on the street, you would say that she was a short woman with sandy brown hair, about thirty something, and on the shy side.  Ask any of her neighbors they will tell you that she keeps mostly to herself and rarely goes out. I know why she keeps to herself, it's because she's afraid that people will find out she's a shape shifter from the faerie realm, hiding in the mortal world until she's able to return and take control. Believe me, I know how this all sounds, but it's true, Mrs. Shunner has become aware of the presence of  faeries in my backyard and her curiosity is compelling her to take chances that she might not otherwise take. We stood at our window and watched as Mrs. Shunner came out her front door, held her arms wide, and morphed into a large black crow, flapping her wings to stay airborne as she shrank, the shining obsidian feathers reflecting the last of the suns light. I'd say that is about as magic as it gets. I can't believe others haven't seen her change, but then again, I have been living with faeries coming and going through the portal, I have experienced the realm on the other side, and I didn't know she was anything except an odd little woman. Arial says that the Shunners have placed invisibility charms around their property making it impossible for the neighbors to see anything mystical. She broke the field when she came snooping around our house, she didn't know that I had faerie vision and that once the she set foot on our property, she would no longer  be able to hide her true identity from me. When it comes to dealing with Mrs. Shunner there are two things that work in our favor. First is the fact that her power has been diminished. She has been away from her magical beginnings for so long that she can't do much more  than change shape and keep the charms around her property in force. Now that we know she is so close, Arial and the guard will be able to defend against her attempts to gain access to the portal. Second, she doesn't know that I can see what her abilities are. There is a feeling of security that comes from having my faerie guard close by. Half of them are on the faerie side, keeping trolls and other dangerous creatures from being able to come across, and the others, including Arial, stay on this side, making sure that a certain level of normalcy is maintained, (like my life is normal!) Tonight as I was closing the drapes, I glanced out the window, looking for any signs of Mrs. Shunner. Her house was dark, there were no signs of life but I had the errie feeling that she was in there, looking back, playing a waiting game. But waiting for what?... Will Mrs. Shunner be abel to find the portal? What do the dogs think of all the mess Warren is making as he builds the new gnome home? Visit with us again for more news from the misty world of Arial Hollyberry. © Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/a-sinister-transformation/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/a-sinister-transformation/#comments Sun, 15 Mar 2009 19:46:07 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=632 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/a-sinister-transformation/feed/ 0 Arial Hollyberry,backyard,Black Cats,Entertainment,faerie realm,Fairie Stories,Fairies,Fairy's,Fantasy,garden,ivy hedge,magical energy The truth is revealed when we observe the transform of a dark, sinister apparition into our neighbor, Mrs. Shunner. Her curiosity is runs high after realizing that something magical is taking place in our backyard. The truth is revealed when we observe the transform of a dark, sinister apparition into our neighbor, Mrs. Shunner. Her curiosity is runs high after realizing that something magical is taking place in our backyard. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/gnomes-in-my-pockets/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/gnomes-in-my-pockets/#comments Thu, 12 Mar 2009 22:54:03 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=616 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/gnomes-in-my-pockets/feed/ 0 Arial Hollyberry,chihuahuas,faerie realm,Faerie stories,Fairie Stories,Fairies,Fantasy,Gnomes,walking,Writing Bill came home not long after my confrontation with Mrs. Shunner. He found me sitting on the back step with my chin resting in my hands, staring at the ivy hedge. Arial was on my shoulder braiding my hair as usual. When Bill walked up, Bill came home not long after my confrontation with Mrs. Shunner. He found me sitting on the back step with my chin resting in my hands, staring at the ivy hedge. Arial was on my shoulder braiding my hair as usual. When Bill walked up, Arial darted over to him, circled his head a few times, and laughed as she poked him in the cheek, then flew back. He sat down next to me, smiling and rubbing his cheek, then pretended to grab Arial, who giggled, flipped her wings once, and popped out of sight."Everything ok?" Bill is a very good listener. I let out all of my frustration, "I caught Mrs Shunner trying to come into the backyard a while ago, she had her hand on the gate. You should have seen her face, she was mortified. When I ask her where she was going, she made up some unconvincing story about her cat getting into the yard, but you know, I think she was just snooping. I don't know what I'm going to do, I can't have the neighbors being suspicious." He put his arm around me. "It's a nice day, why don't we go for a walk?" What a good idea! A little fresh air, some exercise, what a great idea. A stroll through the park would be just the ticket for reducing  stress. I ran in to put on my walking shoes. While I was lacing up the last shoe, my gnome friends, Warren and Odette scurried up to me. "Where you goin', can we come?" Their question was asked in unison, and a vision of Chihuahua's, one in each of  Bill's robe pockets popped into my head. "Do you mind riding in my coat pockets?" Just looking at their smiling, up-turned faces  and shinning eyes made it very difficult to say no. They jumped up and down with excitement, and when I had my coat on I held open the pockets for them. Odette jumped in first, not quite a swan dive, but not bad for a 6 inch tall gnome. She disappeared down in the bottom of the pocket, squirmed around until she was top up then stuck her head out so she could see. Warren was next, but he took  a more dignified approach. He asked me if I would hold out my hand so that he could stand on it and be placed gently in my pocket. Of course, I didn't mind. With gnomes in my pockets, I joined Bill who was waiting patiently on the back porch, humming to himself. Bill tells me that he has songs in his head all the time and we joke about the fact that he never knows all the words to any of them. Over the years we have come to call his singing thing,  KBIL--all of the songs, all of the time, some of the rhythm, and some of the rhyme. Depending on the song, sometimes it gets really funny. We walked in silence for a few minutes, until we were well down the street. Then Bill noticed my pockets moving. "What's that!" At that moment, Warren and Odette both stuck their heads out and grabbed on to the edges of my pocket to keep from slipping back down. "Hello sir!" It was uncanny how they would say things in unison.They had great big smiles on their faces as they looked around, obviously excited to be seeing more of their adopted world. I looked from them, to Bill and then back to them and quickly clapped my hands over their heads to keep anyone else from seeing them. With a chagrined look on my face I explained how they wanted to come with us, and how I didn't have the heart to say no. Bill took the little hand that Warren proffered and gave it a shake. "Just make sure that nobody sees you, okay?" We were off again, walking down the street chatting about work and the weather and different plants by the side of the path. The gnomes bobbed up and down with my steps, their pointed red and green hats turning back and forth as they made mention of this plant or that rock. It was nice to leave some of the stress behind for a while. On the way back we passed a hill, I noticed a single yellow crocus and pointed to it. "Hey look, the first spring bulb!" At first glance, it was a simple yellow crocus coming up out of the dirt, but when I looked closer I saw a tiny faerie pulling at the petals with both hands. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/faerie-and-the-fire-rainbow/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/faerie-and-the-fire-rainbow/#comments Thu, 05 Mar 2009 01:05:21 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=568 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/faerie-and-the-fire-rainbow/feed/ 0 Arial Hollyberry,chihuahuas,faerie realm,Fairies,fire rainbow,garden,Gnomes,mountain lake,mountains,pumpkins,Switzerland,wind Arial said we must say goodbye to the faeries as they depart for the summer court in the north. It was a beautiful display of color, but we were being watched by Mrs. Shunner, our next door neighbor. Arial said we must say goodbye to the faeries as they depart for the summer court in the north. It was a beautiful display of color, but we were being watched by Mrs. Shunner, our next door neighbor. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 6:03