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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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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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It’s hard to tell if I got a message through to my brother, the rogue pirate, Captain Rancid Randy, the Scourge of the Seven Seas…(aarrrg! His words, not mine). I have decided that I would benefit from having a couple of gnomes to tend my garden, that way I could go on vacation and still have lovely flowers to come home to, not to mention the fact that they will be able to help my faeries understand humankind a bit better.

Yesterday I sent a message to the rogue pirate, Captain Rancid Randy, the Scourge of the Seven Seas…(aarrrg!) asking if he knew of any gnomes that would like to relocate to my quiet garden. I figure that if he is in league with gremlins he would probably know a few other of the wee folk in the area.

I’m standing here now by the mail box waiting for the mailman, of course it’s a little early yet but…oh! Floating down out of the sky, not two feet in front of me is a package that, from the look of it, was hastily wrapped in stained brown paper and tied with twine. I hold out my hands to catch it. It’s quite heavy and is attached to a parachute of ragged old sail cloth (must be from my brother, the rogue pirate, Captain Rancid Randy, the Scourge of the Seven Seas….(aarrrg!)

Ferne is particularly excited, she would love to have a gnome or three to converse with about snails and soil and fallen leaves, or just about anything else to do with nature. She has been waiting with me, doing a faerie imitation of pacing…flitting back and forth, back and forth, and when I catch the package she lights on it and begins to rip at the corners. I had to shoo her away and tell her to just sit on my shoulder and be patient. How thoughtful of him to sense my urgency and dispatch his reply by sail-mail.

After having to send Ferne away a few times I finally get the wrapping off. It’s “The Big Book of Gnome Gnames”. In it are the names of every gnome and the names of their cousins, the brownies and the hobgoblins (there are a few Leprechauns in here too) then it goes on to tell which gnomes live under what burrow and what the preferred mode of communication is (it appears to be dragonfly). That could pose a problem.

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Rilley & Quinn

Rilley & Quinn

I opened the book and a couple of photo’s fell out with a hastily scratched out note, “these are two likely candidates”. The first picture is of a lovely couple seen here relaxing in the mid-afternoon sunshine.  On the back of the picture, written in tidy handwriting is “Warren & Odette outside their burrow in the Swiss Alps. Hobbies include: hat making, mushroom balancing, and snail racing”. I flipped the picture over and showed Ferne. She politely clapped then pointed to the other picture. “Oh, you want to see the other pair?” She gave me a huge grin and nodded.

This next picture is of a couple of hardy looking lads, brothers I’m assuming, their names are Rilley & Quin. On the back of the picture, in scratchy print it say: “adept blacksmiths…references upon request, address to: the gnome in charge, third hollow log past the pond in the Black Forrest”. Nice and to the point, “what do you think Ferne?” I don’t really have to ask because when I look up at her she is whipping around my head doing her best imitation of snail racing (which made me dizzy to watch). If nothing else, faeries teach you patience.

This isn’t going to be an easy decision to make, they would both make a nice addition to my garden. The brothers could repair the latch on my gate, but having a little lady gnome would appeal to the faeries more. I’m going to have to sleep on it. I really must send a thank you note to my brother, the rogue pirate, Captain Rancid Randy, the Scourge of the Seven Seas….(aarrrg! his words, not mine).

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

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