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There was no time to waste, Arial flipped her wings once and rocketed  into the air carrying Krystal in her arms, accompanied by four of the emerald guard. The remaining faeries stayed behind to make sure the invisibility and protection charms around the perimeter of the yard remained impenetrable.

I looked around the yard, it was empty, not a single faerie was in sight. “Hey, guys? I haven’t changed back, hello?” In my head I was making perfect sense, but what I heard coming out of my furry little mouth was…meeeooooww! Meow, meow, meeeeeooow! I started pacing nervously back and forth in front of the door.

Of course this had to happen, I had envisioned the morphing thing a little differently, something like: I drink the goo, I change into a kitty cat, I grab the faerie, I change back to myself in a beautiful shower of sparkles. Wrong! Didn’t Cythia say something about “just in case of an emergency?” Now that I think about it, I never did get a clear explanation of “emergency”.

It seemed like I had been pacing in front of the door forever when I heard someone coming in from the garage. Head held high, ears pivoted forward, I padded down the walk toward the gate. Bill and I met at the corner of the house. He had stopped at the store to pick up a few groceries and both of his arms were loaded with bags so I thought it would be best not to try to get him to pick me up and carry me into the house.

I wanted him to know that it was me under all this fur. “Hi honey! you will never believe how my day went!” Meeoow, meow, meow, meow. Well, that didn’t go over so good, darn my kitty mouth anyway. I knew how Bill felt about cats, but I had to take a chance, I started rubbing up against his leg in an attempt to gain his favor, maybe he would sense that it was me.

I purred so sweetly, walking around his legs  like I had seen my evil twin do with Mrs. Shunner not all that long ago. “Pick me up please!” Meow, meeooow!! If cats could laugh, I’d be splitting my sides right now, Bill looked like he had just been dive bombed by a seagull with intestinal distress, and it was running down his forehead by the looks of it.

Bill walked to the patio table with me happily padding along behind. He put the bags down and turn around, “Oh good! He’s going to pick me up” Meeoooow (shoot! I can’t wait until I can communicate on a human level again).  I was preparing to purr contentedly and do another pass around his legs when I saw him pick up the broom I keep by the back door.

We stood there looking a each other for a moment, then with one quick sweep, he waved the broom at me. “Shoo! Pisst! Shoo cat! Shoo! I jumped quickly to one side. “Hey! Stop that, don’t you recognise me?  I swear, if you don’t stop that you won’t get any dinner tonight! Meeeeoooow! Meeooow, meow!

He kept swishing the broom at me in an attempt to drive me out of the yard. Didn’t he wonder why I was not going? I was about to take refuge in the Hawthorne tree when Cythia and Arial came to my aid (wow, it would be easier to climb this tree as a cat, unlike the time I saved Pip from the Blue jay).They flew wildly around and around Bill’s head twittering and scolding and tweaking his ears.

“Stop it! You’re trying to harm the Kind One!” Arial perched on his nose and with her hands on her hips, gave him a stern scowl. “That”, and she turned around pointing and smiling at me, “is the Kind One.” Bill’s mouth hung open and the broom dropped from his hands.

© Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry,

I’ll bet you have never seen a faerie with her wings covered in scouring cleanser. The natural “glow” that is always evident, and the sparkle that reflects off of every angle and tip of the wing is just, gone. Pip pointed her wand at the cleanser, a flash of green light shot out of the tip, and the can was turned into a huge choking cloud of cleanser dust.

The surprise on Pip’s face was classic, if her eyes got any bigger they would pop out of her face. The only thing I could see was a tiny white statue, with drooping wings and two wide open eyes . I cupped one hand over my nose and reached in with the other to grab Pip by the collar before she suffocated from the dust. It was everywhere.

Holding Pip up, I turned around to get the vacuum. Every time I shook my hand, cleanser would fall off her wings. What a mess! Reminds me of the time when my son was three and decided to get himself out of the bath tub. He got out, dried himself off, then proceeded to dump a brand new can of baby powder all over himself, the bath mat, and the floor. He then ran happily through the house in his birthday suit leaving powdery foot prints on the carpet everywhere he went. He was so proud.

I am allergic to the smell of baby powder to this day. Behind us I saw that there was a panel of “judges” lined up along the edge of the counter watching the scene unfold, and roaring with laughter. Warren, Odette, Ferne, Arial, Sunny, and Bella each held up their score cards: two 10’s, one 7, two 9’s, and a 4 (Bella thought that Pip could have done better, maybe break the Windex bottle with a ray that ricocheted off of the drain pipe, causing the two items to mix and become a gooey paste) Thinking about it, I would rather have the gooey paste to clean up instead of the powder.

“Didn’t your mother ever  tell you not to use magic around chemicals?” (tell me I didn’t just say that) Makes perfect sense to me, but since faeries live in nature and don’t know anything about chemicals, I guess I’ll give Pip a break. Everybody helped clean up, Odette went out a retrieved a couple of brooms from under the patio table, Arial and Sunny help by using some old toothbrushes that I keep under the sink for cleaning small things, and I tried to avoid sucking anyone up with the vacuum.

When we had all evidence of the offending scouring powder removed, I readjusted the rest of the supplies to one side of the cabinet, leaving plenty of room for the pumpkin house. “See, Pip, you can achieve the same results without resorting to waving a wand all the time.” I placed the little house at the back  leaving space for a “front yard”, where Warren immediately placed two small rocking chairs and a table. Odette completed the grouping with a lace scarf and a small candle that she put in the middle of the table. We all stood back to inspect the entire scene. “Not bad.”

The dogs needed to go “out” so I closed the cabinet doors leaving the gnomes and faeries inside. “Be quiet, lets see if they will know you’re under there.” (yeah right)  I walked down the hall, checking as I went to make sure that there was no tell-tell- signs of my little friends, when I was satisfied that no personal effects had been left laying around, I opened the door.

Thundering feet, (yes, even three little Chihuahua’s can sound like a herd of elephants) flapping ears, and high pitched, frantic, yelps burst out of the room. They shot completely past the kitchen, slipping and sliding under the archway into the living room, and headed for the front door where they came to a screeching halt and began to sniff. They sniffed everywhere, then began to back track toward the kitchen.

By the time they were half way through the dinning area they were beginning to lose interest, so I invited them to accompany me to the back yard. We were almost to the door when I heard a small “AAAHCHOO!”…I knew things were going to good.

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

Are you out there?Ever since the gnomes arrived I have had one faerie after another stopping at the kitchen window hopping to catch a glimpse of them, or maybe hopping that I would open the door so that they could come in for a visit. I learned early on that when you let one faerie come in, a whole heard of faeries come in, then you have a situation that is hard to control!

The first problem we had to solve after the early arrival of the gnomes, Warren and Odette, was to find shelter for Warren’s pet wood frog. I was taken by surprise when the huge brown frog hopped out from underneath the bushes when it was called. (I can only assume the clicking noise that Warren made was a call).

Ferne came to the rescue when she tipped over a large pot that had  broken when the first freeze of the winter cracked it in half. Pip and Bella pulled it under a Laurel bush were the snow didn’t pile up, then pushed bunches of leaves over the top, making it more insulated. Warren braced a few twigs on either side and topped the whole thing with a piece of bark then declared the dwelling  fit for a frog!

“Warren, will he be ok in there?” We all watched as the frog happily buried himself inside his new home. “Aye lass, wood frogs be hibernate’n critters in the winter months,  they be produce’n an anti-freeze of sorts, then they freeze!” Arial and Sunny put a few more leaves over the front of the opening, then put their blessings on the new home by waving their wands high over their heads and making a shower of sparkles rain down on the pile of bark and leaves. (I don’t even want to know what a frozen frog looks like).

When we turned to go inside and join Odette, there was suddenly a flurry of wings, arms, and hands all around my head. Sunny and Arial, along with the other three tag-a-longs were frantically begging me to let them come inside and help the gnomes to settle in. They rationalized that since they had all been inside before, and had a extensive knowledge of the house, they would be in a perfect position to be of assistance. Bella and Pip thought that it would be a good idea if they showed Odette the orange tree. I looked at all the smiling expectant faces of my little faeries and gave into their request (there was much cheering and applause), but I told them that the orange tree would have to wait until later.

I had forgotten about the dogs. Let me see if I can give an accurate account of the scene that I walked in on. First, was the noise, three dogs, even if they are Chihuahuas can split your eardrums! Their high pitched frantic yelping drives any hope of being heard completely away. Odette was standing on the top of a bar stool waving a pencil and yelling, “begone with ye, sure an ye be the hounds from hell! Off with ya, shoo, shoo!” The bags she had been carrying were thrown quickly to one side and her neatly kept hair had pulled out of the bun that was tucked up under her cap and was sticking out in every direction. The cap had slipped down over one eye.

Bill was just standing over in one corner of the dinning room, well out of the way of the commotion with his hands to each side of his head, covering his ears…he was laughing like I had never seen him laugh before. Edie saw Warren come into view and instantly went for the other little intruder, but I was quicker. I grabed Warren by the collar and swung him up to the top of the stool and set him down with Odette.

“Your not helping!” I had to yell over the deafening roar of the dogs. We both quickly rounded up the offending noise (aka, the dogs) which wasn’t easy because they run in all directions, and hurried them off into the backroom where we could close the doors behind us. The sudden silence made me dizzy. When we got back to the dinning room, Warren had Odette settled down as well. “They’ll be need’n a wee bit of train’in, I dare say, they nearly nipped me bloomers off they did!”

When order had been restored and Odette had caught her breath, I looked around for Arial and the group. This would be a nice time for them to be helpful, you know, to be reassuring and let Odette know that things would be fine, but I didn’t see them anywhere. Great, now I have to see what those five are up to.

I found them upstairs sitting on a branch of the orange tree making little origami birds out of leaves. “Hey, I need you guys downstairs to help Warren and Odette find a comfy place to stay!” Ferne got one of those “I Know!” looks on her face and shot off toward the kitchen. When the rest of us caught up with her she was pulling on the cabinet door underneath the sink and Warren was helping to pull it open with a spoon. Odette was beaming…”sure an this will be a fine place!”…I had my doubts.

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

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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.