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Posts Tagged ‘seasons’

Last year I had the pleasure of participating in a blog opera that is the brain child of  CC Martina. The title is “Ember in Whirlogozia”. CC created the main characters and started the story with the idea that other blog authors would integrate them into their blogs to create wonderful on going story.

Ember, and her companion, a Komosny named Perhluna that looks a lot like an aye-aye, are taken on a roller coaster ride of adventure as they shoot through the internet blogosphere of html code and drop into the most unexpected situations.

Arial and I meet up with Ember and Perhluna in the forest of the fairy realm after I find out that the portal has been breached by the dark  forces that are trying to over throw the ruling faeries of the four seasons. Running into the forest after dark can be treacherous at best, but without thinking, and fearing the worst, that is exactly what I do. Ember pulls me to safety at the last moment…and the rest is history.

Here, now, are the long lost recordings of the events that took place…with the kind permission of CC herself. Thanks CC!

Ember in Whirlogonzia – Episode 9

Ember in Whirlogonzia – Episode 10

Just click on the Episode that you want to listen to! Then go visit CC’s blog to begin the story.

© Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009-2011

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!” She managed a green-bottlemid air curtsy. “Do not worry, we will get the faerie Krystal back. Queen Orlaith will then release her hold on nature and all the tender shoots of spring will prosper. But we will need your help.”

Arial sat on my shoulder in an attempt to be reassuring as I watched Cythia produce a small bottle of cloudy green liquid.

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

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Arial’s Audio Page

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.