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The world keeps on turning, and, like my then eight year old son said, “the sun goes up, the sun goes down.” If I remember right, he was quite upset by the fact that it is just one day after another! That might true, but each new day brings more adventures…

My recent trip into the land of the Fae is a very good example of that fact. Now, here I am starring down at a little person who, in turn, is starring up at me and giving me her warmest, brightest smile while tugging on my pant leg. It is such an infectious smile that I find myself smiling back.

“Sure an I realize that we are a wee bit early, an I be hoping that it won’t be to much of an inconvenience, us showing up here like this, but we were terribly excited you know, an just couldn’t wait to get here!” (seems like I had said something like that not to long ago). I sat down on the step so that I could be closer to eye level with my new friend.

This must be Odette, she was wearing a tall pointed green cap and an apron with small pink flowers over a white top that had ruffles at the neck and cuffs and a skirt that was dark maroon. Over this she wore a wool traveling cape that hung to the ground.

I held out my hand. “Hello,you must be Odette, where’s Warren?” She shook the finger I offered and pointed over to the bushes. “There he be!” We watched as Warren pushed his way out of the ivy that had grown under the Laural bush, pulling two steamer trunks with him. He wore the same wool cape but his cap was red and he had on a baggy, and some what crumpled, dark brown jacket over a turquoise shirt that was hanging out from underneath it. They both wore wooden clogs that made a hollow tapping sound when they walked.

“Aye, and we’re be’in just a wee bit tired too, after all the travel’en we been do’in.” He stopped and pulled a large green linen hanky out of his pocket and wiped his face with it, then shook my finger. “It’s be’en a pleasure meet’n ya!”

They had the most pleasant soft Irish lilt in their voice and it made listening to them speak a real joy (I don’t think that I ever knew where they were coming from). It was going to be even better than I first thought, having them here. I tried to help them with their bags and trunks, but Warren would have nothing of it. “I’ll just be put’en these bags under here for a time.” then he pushed all the bags under the cover to my patio table. “Sure an they’ll be cozy an safe under here till we’ll be need’n em.”

I stood up and opened the door for the couple to enter, but Warren hung back. He looked up at me with a sheepish grin then pointed toward the ivy and made a clicking sound. Out hopped a big brown toad. “An what’ll ya be want’n me to be do’in with him?”…”Bill!!!”

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

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“If you stand like that any longer, your going to freeze that way!” Bill was standing in the doorway watching me as I satisfied my curiosity about the ivy hedge. I jerked up at the sound of his voice and jumped back like I was about to be bitten by a snake. “How long have you been standing there?” My mind was racing, it had been nighttime, I was the guest of honor in the middle of a faerie circle with faeries dancing and singing all around me.

“Did you see that!?” I didn’t really think he did, but I thought I would ask anyway, just in case. “See what?” he was looking at me a little funny now. Looking back over my shoulder I point at the ivy. “The…all the…but they were just, there.” I pointed at the ivy again and scratched my head. The memory of the faerie celebration was already starting to fade. Realizing that everything that had happened on the other side of the ivy, the whole day, had only been a few minutes here, I decided not to say anything else, Bill would think I had really lost it.

Looking down, I see that I had dropped the green package of gnome building materials on the ground at my feet, oh good, a way to change the subject, “guess what?” It looks like we will be having house guests. Now it’s Bill’s turn to scratch his head, I could tell that he was having a very hard time keeping up with the conversation. “I’m sorry, didn’t you just ask me…I mean, is there something over…” He pointed toward the ivy just as two streaks of color plowed through the hedge.

It was Arial and Sunny. They buzzed around my head in an almost anxious manner, pinching and poking and starring at me as if I weren’t real. Bill smiled, “they’re back!” Then he turned and went back in the house. Things are back to normal, well as normal as they ever are now days. Still a little light headed, I had to slow the girls down. “Stop, stop stop! What? Will you please stop spinning around me!?”

The two of them took up a spot on each side of my head and began to braid my hair (they love to braid my hair!) Something flashed through my memory, something about a flat rock and music, and as weird as it sounds, a unicorn, but then dissolved and was gone. Whoa, what a weird feeling that was. As if they knew what had just happened, they began to flit about in a worried way. “Oh, for heavens sakes, I’m ok, so stop already!”

A mist was beginning to form around the base of the trees and I was getting cold, so I started back toward the patio with the supplies for the gnome home under my arm. I was about to open the door when I felt a tug at my pant leg, and a small voice said, “excuse me”….

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

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sunsetWinter gives us the best sunsets. I don’t really know why, maybe it’s the humidity combined with the angle of the sun, all I know is that when the clouds feather out across the western sky we get beautiful, fleeting sunsets.

Dusk in the land of the faeries on the other hand lasts for at least an hour, I think. It’s hard to tell because there aren’t any clocks. I really wonder if time is different here. Everything seems to melt together into one phenomenal whole, what I mean is, in the land of the Fae you don’t say, I did this thing at 10:00 and then we went here around 2:00, it’s more like everything happens all at the same time.

The sun was going down, but I couldn’t tell where west was. Everything just got darker, and the sunset looked like the whole sky was a dome swirled with iridescent pink and orange (no clouds). I think I know why the faeries are attracted to the flowers in the garden, it reminds them of their home.

Standing at the entrance to the palace, I watch as the last of the light fades from the sky. It seems like I have been here forever,  I would really like to be back home with Bill and my dogs.

My faerie friends have been very gracious, coming and going, bringing me stuff, making sure that I have anything I want. I would have thought that being in an ice palace would freeze me but I haven’t been the least bit cold, it must be the “faerie charms” they have set around the Palace.

After the sky was completely black, Sunny and Arial darted in through the arch followed by Bella, Pip, and Ferne. The faeries were  in a flutter, shooting back and forth, and then around in circles, they laughed as they tried to braid my hair, all at the same time. It was sort of cute having  my own tiny ladies in waiting. After my hair was done in a riot of tiny braids and I had long garlands of roses draped all over me, they led me outside, through a beautifully kept herb garden, and down a steep path bordered with huge ferns and thousands of faerie globes that glowed with a soft white light.

The end of the path opened out onto a wide, flat meadow surrounded by giant oak and willow trees. Every so often pine trees could barely be seen mixed into the background. There were Honeysuckle bushes and Ivy everywhere underneath the trees (I bet that’s why Sunny always smells like honeysuckle!)

I was led to a flat rock the jutted out of the mossy carpet of grass and they  motioned for me to sit on it, so I did. I sat there and watched as the whole meadow filled up with faeries, even more than I had seen when we arrived at the palace. They were glowing, like they do all the time. Each had a globe that they held in front of them and they all moved in unison to an unheard tune.

When the last of the faeries had taken their place, Orlaith, Queen of the Frost Faeries, materialized in a shower of bright white sparkles in the very middle of the field and a hush fell over the crowd. She hovered several feet above the group, her wings glittered in the darkness and her gown whorled around her in a fine mist. I noticed the she was smaller than when she received me at the palace, but slightly larger than the rest of the court gathered around her.

Awestruck at the spectacle unfolding right in front of me, I just sat there with my mouth hanging open. Sunny must have noticed because she  came around and gently pushed my chin up. I smiled at her and held up my hand for her to sit on. She landed on my palm and turned to watch the show.

Orlaith held up her wand and waved it over her head, the dark canopy of the sky lit with stars, larger and brighter than I have ever seen, then she waved the wand toward one side of the meadow and great tables of food and drink appeared. Immediately, there was a huge surge of little faerie bodies toward the tables.

th_fairyringdanceArial brought a goblet over to me along with a plate of small biscuits and strawberries. I watched in amazement as the glass and plate grew to fit my grasp (more faerie magic). We ate and sang, first one group of faeries and then another took turns dancing around in a circle in the middle of the meadow. I couldn’t tell where the music was coming from, it seemed to echo out in all directions. At one point I could swear that I saw other small creatures coming out of the forest to join in the festivities. I rubbed my eyes and looked again, yes, there across the meadow a brilliant white unicorn had wandered out to see if there was a biscuit left for her.

The merrymaking went on into the wee hours of the morning. I can remember lying back on the rock where pillows had been placed.  I felt unusually sleepy and just couldn’t keep my eyes open.  A mist sprang up all around me and opened my eyes just in time to see Orlaith raise her wand and point it right at me….

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

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I have only myself to blame for ending up in the realm of the Fae, however in my defense, I have had no experience with peeking through openings into other worlds! So when a four foot tall faerie tells you to follow her and hands you a bowl of fruit, you don’t question it, you just follow.

We walked in silence, the flute that I had heard earlier was gone, the only sound that I heard was the rustling of the tall grass (that must have been what I heard when I was standing with my ear to the ivy). As we got closer I could see that there were hundreds of faeries darting in and out of the various openings in the sides of the ice palace. It had the effect of a huge undulating rainbow in the sunlight. (it sort of looked like a colorful beehive, but not with bees).

We crossed over a sparkling bright blue stream, where fish that looked like they were half butterfly and half  goldfish were jumping in and out of the water. We entered the palace through massive crystal doors. Inside, the walls reflected the sunlight at all angles, making the palace glitter.

There were more of the tall faeries, and they were all walking, well, sort of walking, it was more of a glide (I guess they don’t fly unless they are tiny). My escort guided me under an arch into a room that had a light pink glow, ” the queens court will be with you shortly.” She glided back through the arch the way we had come to leave me standing all by myself.

It wasn’t long before streaks of purple and green, which could only be Arial and Ferne, came whizzing around my head. Only after I was really dizzy did they stop and light on my shoulders. “Hey Ferne, you must have finished cleaning up under the Hawthorne tree. Do you think our new gnome friends will be happy with your work?” She smiled and nodded and began to braid my hair as if it were the most normal thing in the world for me to be here.

Arial look a little more bemused, she likes things a little more, how can I say it, arranged? This wasn’t what she would have wanted and her expression said so. “well, how was I supposed to know that I would spin out of control and land smack in the middle fairyland if I looked through that hole!?” She poked me in the shoulder then started to pace, stopping every few steps to tap her foot and shake her head. Gee, you’d think she was unhappy or something.

There was a high clear chime that sounded three times and four of those same tall graceful faeries entered through an arch in the wall that hadn’t been there a couple of minutes before. The wall had  just melted away. Behind them, in the Great Hall, sat the faerie queen, Orlaith. She was as tall as the four faeries by my side, which was odd, I had seen her just the other day and she was a tiny sparkling white faerie. I was confused.

We approached the throne where she sat and the four faeries left me and went to stand on either side of her chair (which was made of ice, of course). I looked around, the hall had filled with dozens of faeries of all sizes. They were all smiling, some were humming, but they all looked happy which was a relief. I thought I was in real trouble from the way Arial had been acting.

Arial landed on my shoulder and whispered in my ear…”bow down!” I had completely forgot my manners! I held my arms wide open, and holding the small bowl of berries in my right hand, bowed my head and did my best courtesy. “Forgive me my bad manners Queen Orlaith I did not mean to offend the court of the frost faeries by coming here uninvited. ” I remembered the berries and held them forward, “I bring you a gift.”

The bowl dissolved in a spray of white light and appeared in Orlaith’s outstretched hand, her laugh echoed through the great hall like a million carillon bells. “Stand, Kind One. Our invitation to you is always open. You will always be welcomed in the court of the frost faeries, stand and be at peace!” I stood and was immediately surrounded by faeries of all sizes and colors laughing and pinching (is that something normal for them?) and giving light faerie kisses.

I ask Arial, who had taken up a proprietary spot on my shoulder, “how am I going to get home?” She smiled and shook her head. “What!? I can’t go home?” Orlaith came up behind me, took my hand and said: “you will stay with us this night, we will feast, and dance, and sing, in the faerie circle. There will be no talk of leaving now.” Orlaith  winked out in a flash of white light. “But….I need to go home, people will worry.”

I looked up at the frosty white dome of the great hall and wondered, What is Bill doing?….

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

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All thoughts of the hasty departure of the Frost Faeries has been temporarily pushed to the back of my mind. The package that practically fell on my head is sitting  on my lap, nicely wrapped in green silken cloth and tied with yellow twine. Sunny is pulling at my hair with an urgency that says: what are you waiting for!!

“Ouch! Oh wait just a minute” I  shoo Sunny away so she darts over and lands on my shoulder, but she can’t sit down because of her excitement, so she paces back and forth. The package is heavier than the Big Book of Gnome Names that I received last week from my brother, the rogue pirate, Captain Rancid Randy, the Scourge of the Seven Seas….aarrrg! (his words, not mine) It was wrapped in stained brown paper and tied with brittle twine.

I see when I get the package unwrapped that it consists of  a bundle of boards, some moss, staples, something sticky, a jar of glitter, and several little bolts of fabric in all different colors.trunks-1

There is a note, it reads:  Please take care of these supplies. We have sent them ahead of our arrival so that they would be there for us to begin building our new home in your garden. We will be bringing our other bags and traveling trunks with us as they hold our personal belongings. On another note, would it be asking to much if we might stay with you until our new home is completed? We are looking forward to beginning our new life with you, we hear that your garden is lovely. Until then, brightest blessings, Warren and Odette.

How polite, and what tidy handwriting. After I finished reading the note I looked up to find no less than twenty faeries hovering over my shoulders, grinning and hugging each other, and swirling about making their iridescent gowns swish this way and that . Wow, I guess I did make the right decision, they are excited and they won’t even be here.

Ferne immediately shoots over to the tree and begins clearing more ivy and piling  up small pebbles with renewed determination. Three or four other faeries follow and soon there are rock chips and leaves flying everywhere. I watch them and wonder how I’m going to tell Bill that we are going to have twelve inch tall house guests.

Wrapping the small bundle up again, I walk toward the opening in the ivy and lean in so I could put my ear close to the hole. There are a lot of rustling sounds coming from the other side. I wonder what could be going on over there? I’ll take a quick peek…..Oh!…..

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

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Waiting is hard for me…I know that there are changes coming but I don’t when, or what they will look like. Every year I look forward to spring but this spring is going to be different, I have sent off a note asking that Warren and Odette come to live in my garden this year. I made the decision to have the gnome couple come because I felt that my faeries would benefit from having a female gnome in the garden (Ferne had a lot to do with this thought).

Then there is not knowing when exactly the court of the Frost Faeries will be departing for points north. I felt some anxiety about having my faerie friends leaving but they must…they’re “frost” faeries, they can’t stay here in the summer, and they did mention their “sisters”.

I can say that my favorite faeries, you know, Sunny, Arial and the rest, are very excited about the move and it’s hard to be too sad in the face of all that joy and excitement. They were trying their best to tell me something the other day, but I’m still a little slow in learning how to communicate with them, so the only thing that I know for sure is that it will something wonderful to see. (from all that pointing and flitting about they did) I get the impression that it has something to do with rainbows…maybe?

Then, after the faerie court departs, can I  look through the opening in the ivy hedge? What if I get sucked into another world? I’ve heard of people stumbling across fairy rings while the faeries were in the midst of celebrating one thing or another, and never coming back. Still, I was told by their queen herself that I was considered one of them and that I would be welcomed into the circles.

Sunny has still been making her regular visits to the Hawthorne tree to gather berries but it has been less leisurely, more rushed, still, she always has the time to peep in the kitchen window and wave to me. She flips those glittery wings of hers, does a couple of mid-air somersaults , then darts back through the ivy.

Arial sits on a branch in the Laurel bushes keeping a look out for the Blue Jay that has been giving the girls trouble ever since Pip got stuck in the tree and I had to get her down. The only thing I can think of that would have got her into such a bind would be that she was trying to get away from the bird by buzzing around and around the branch and hadn’t noticed that her belt had come loose until it was to late and she was tightly knotted in the twigs.

Bella and Ferne have been poking around in the ivy at the bottom of one of the Hawthorne trees trying to make space for the garden gnomes when they get here (I think that they want them to get here before the faeries have to leave so that they can make  the proper introductions). I saw several faeries carrying one of my clay pots over to the ivy and pushing it down on top, hoping it will make a nice house.

I sit in the sunshine on the back porch and watch all of this activity. How wonderful it is to be co-existing with these magical creatures! Each being content with the others, going about our own business and helping each other if the need arises.

All of a sudden, Arial looks up and then takes off for the sky, the others stop what they are doing and quickly join her. That’s strange, I’ve never seen them do that before, I wonder what that’s all about? looking up I see the group of  faeries floating down, all holding onto a package that’s wrapped in smooth green cloth and tied with yellow ribbon, a package that was plummeting to earth and about to hit me squarely on the head.

I jump up and step to the side, but realize as I do that Arial and the rest of them were breaking the fall of the package by holding onto it and acting as a faerie parachute. They, and it, drifted gently to the ground. This looks much better than the last package I received. It was marked, “handle with care”.

Sunny, Arial and the rest watched as I carefully opened the package…..

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

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The past few days the temperature has been on the warm side, hanging around the low forties during the day, so I have started sitting out on the back step to soak in some much appreciated sunshine. The south facing, and the fact that the house is brick, makes it a little warmer.

I was sitting with my eyes closed. This being Sunday, there wasn’t much going on so it was relatively quiet, there was the occasional chirp of a bird in the tree or a greeting from neighbor to neighbor down the street. Then, it went completely silent, almost as if a clear bowl had come down on top of me blocking out all sound. With a little apprehension, I opened my eyes.

You would think by now nothing that happened in my backyard would rattle me. I have dealt with all kinds of faerie mayhem, but on only one other occasion have I seen the faerie queen, Orlaith, herself. She has a way of appearing, all of a sudden, in a burst of sparkling white light, that I don’t think I’ll ever get used to, it takes your breath away.fairy

“Kind One…soon the time will come for my people to return to our home in the realm of ice and snow, but this promise I make: if you keep us alive in your thoughts, we will return again to your garden at the next frost. Kind One…yours is the rare garden that is filled with peace and love. This sustains us and fills our hearts with joy, it is this love of nature that attracts the Fae, and the careful attention that you show your garden has not gone unnoticed. You have the faerie touch. Watch for our sisters in the spring, at the time of the Vernal Equinox, when the crocus and snowdrops bloom.”

Then, she was gone, just that fast. Sounds came back and I had spots in front of my eyes from looking at her! When? When would they leave? I felt a little panicked, I loved to start the day by seeing the faeries out in the garden turning everything they touched to frost. I hadn’t thought that they would leave. Who are the sisters she mentioned? Just then, Sunny, Arial, Bella, Pip, and Ferne did a showy spiral entrance as they came through the opening in the ivy hedge. (show offs!)

They swarmed around me, darting in and out, lifting strands of my hair as if they were braiding it. These five are my favorites, out of all my faerie friends, these are the ones  that I first came to know and love. They continued their aerial maneuvers, then Ferne stopped, pulled the little flute out of her belt and started playing a lively tune. The other four dipped and swayed to the music and held out their arms, beckoning me to follow them.

I stood up and walked down the sidewalk and around the corner of the house to the driveway. From the top of the hill where we live we have a glorius view of the western valley, and the mountains on the other side. I stopped to take in the view and Arial settled on my shoulder. She was softly humming  the tune that Ferne was playing.

Bella and Pip hovered just in front of me, poking and playing with each other, as is most usually the case with those two. Sunny produced a wand and pointed it at the horizon, and waved it back and forth, then turned and  pointed it at me, then back toward the west, then toward the big tree a little way down the hill.

“What? I don’t understand what you want, you want me to do something?” Every one of them laughed, that high tinkling laugh that I know so well, and darted around pointing and gesturing toward the western sky. They formed a perfect arc in front of me so that the sparkling of their wings imitated a rainbow. “I still don’t know what your trying to show me!”

All five started doing cartwheels in the air, throwing glittering rays of color  in all directions as they worked their way back to the ivy hedge. Then Arial broke lose from the others and dashed back. She stopped by my ear, and in a soft low voice said…..just wait…two sundowns….

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

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