Thursday, December 15, 2016

An Ancient Soul

is there not more of a punishment than that to be spat upon the sands to spend all of eternity without the mask that for centuries past once hid the old distorted and anguished mask of the troll?

Monday, November 7, 2016

learning to read all over again

"There is not fairy-book half as wonderful as the lovely world all about us, if only we know how to read it."
Author: Morning Glories

the poem ~ adventure, romance, dreams and everything-in-between

the book ~ adventure, romance, dreams and everything-in-between

the dictionary ~ adventure, romance, dreams and everything-in-between

the *Siri ~ adventure, romance, dreams and everything-in-between

now tell me, is there a better way to learn than through a fairytale?

*Siri - Apple Inc. Voice Assistant Computer Program

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

A Fountain Pen and Pretty Paper

"The sounds of pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of the paper under the fingertips was what magic felt like."
Author: Emma Donoghue, 'Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins'

it's like having your own library, a library lined with shelves upon shelves filled with your memories.

it's like having your own poem, poems that when glued together become a treasury of sort, a treasury filled with your hopes.

it's like having pretty lined paper that can only be found in the diary hidden under your pillow, a diary filled with your dreams.

the library. the poem. the diary. the memories. the hopes. the dreams.

it is here, here where you keep your magic.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Empty After Thought Syndrome

here is the scenario - there are two empty boxes on the floor
here is the decision - final must be made off the top of your head
here is the action - operation stuff as much stuff as you can
here is the opening - turn the key to the nest
here is the celebration - Christmas and your birthday
here is the predicament - lost and found or find and seek
here is the quandary - conglomerate or bestow
here is the remorse - why?

welcome home

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Iridescent Shimmers

the belief of the unknown can be found within the flicker of eyelashes as they see the beauty of the dream. a dream where one begins to question the artistry of the imaginable.

searching for the mystery of colours that makes up a rainbows arc, the Aurora Borealis and the Aurora Australis' as they dance across the sky or even with the wings of a dragonfly. a dragonfly found within the treasures of a mountains waterfall as it splashes down into an iridescent pool or within the treasures of a tumbling of water as it ripples with the glimmer of gold.

on the left - found in North America (Canada)
on the right - found in Asia (Korea)

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Silence is an Invaluable Commodity

the definition of monotonous is when it takes 3 hours to drive from one community to the next. now imagine this time period with no wifi or radio and on the sounds of the vehicle beneath you. now picture yourself when all you can see and feel is a black velvet curtain backdrop (even when the sun shines through the windows) that leaves you in a vacuum. well, not really just in a lonely vacuum.

with noise bombarding around 24/7 it pulls you into a blurred facade of what is now considered peacefulness so even when you think you are alone even though you never are. through what is now call the *iCloud, technology has reached out and taken away the mute button and replaced it with a continuous loop of sound. when you find yourself within the confines of a carriage (or whichever mode of transportation you find yourself in) and with headphones on there is still that inaudible muffled sound coming from an *iPod playing music or podcasts, or from the tv on the back of a headrest playing cartoons which is now considered the norm for silence. though truth be told that even this type of quietness creates a bond of togetherness. mind you this aloneness does let one finish knitting that baby bonnet or reading a chapter or two from that book left on the nightstand collecting dust.

in conclusion in today's society it takes a conscious effort to be enveloped in the quietness that when the air that you breathe creates a solemn stillness of tranquility.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Making the Rounds

the rearview mirror effect!

in amongst a group of people have you ever found yourself in the queue for the next yawn no matter how hard you try not to catch it but it still happens. and just as fast as it came to you, off it goes to the next unwittingly person.

did you know though that a large crowd is not necessary and in fact it can take only the two of you? this contagion can begin by just looking into a mirror but not necessarily with an ordinary mirror but in fact, with a vehicles rearview mirror.

under legislation it is illegal to drive when distracted. and under this classification the use of smartphones certainly falls into it, but then again, so does singing along to a tune that you are listening to on the radio.

when asking where does a yawn fit into this law, well all it takes is someone in the backseat to yawn and you as the driver just happens to glance back and voila it's now yours for the taking. thank goodness though that this action is repeatable and you can pass it right back again but then the bad part of it all is that is comes right back to you and now the loop has begun.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

How to Make the Fluttering Stop

staying awake is a natural thing that we all have to deal with but how about when you need to not be yawning?

here are a few iron clad methods to help you with the long and tedious drive to the nursery
~~ try to stay focused on the surroundings out the window by counting trees, birds and perhaps the telephone poles as they flash by
~~ the blast of cold from the air conditioner while on high or better yet rolling down the window and sticking your head out with the hopes of now swallowing a bug
~~ do yoga are stretches that won't knock-out the passenger or break off the rearview mirror off
~~ count the burnt-out headlights as you pass an on-coming vehicle or for a bonus point count them as they approach in your rearview mirror
~~ whistle in tune with the snoring coming from the seat beside you
~~ listen to a book-on-tape where *** Chewbacca actually talks??
~~ sing out loud to songs from the 1980's

and my all time favourite -- the tipping of your hat, curtseying, kneeling, and well even just the act of nodding your head as you acknowledge each tree that is leaning over as if wanting to jump over to the other side of the road as everyone needs to have an adventure, even trees.

on a side note though -- have you found that the time TO get where you are going can almost be unbearable and yet the drive BACK seems to be half the distances. even though the illusion of time taking longer or slower, i'm happy that you came to visit.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Magic Always Trumps Facts and Fiction

the facts

a rainbow consists of a variety of colours that create a spectrum through reflection, refraction, dispersion and water droplets.  these documented studies have shown that with these 4 requirements there are numerous conditions that go in the designing of the prism like arc seen in the sky.  two of these studies include the sizing of tears which when larger generate vivid hues; and as with the horizon borderline reds/yellows can be seen and the range of blue/green pigments are found when higher in the sky.  

the fiction

folklore does tell us of finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, so if you do happen to find yourself bathed within the crescent of unbelievable colours please do share your riches with me. 

the magic

but more importantly it is with your own eyes that you find the true beauty of a rainbow. 

* please note:
the bits and pieces of information provided above came from a variety of resources which were re-written only to fit this blog posting. 

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Monday, July 18, 2016


"The world would be a brighter happier place, if we could only remember our childhood wonder."

Author: P.J. Roscoe,
'Freya's Child'

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Remembering the Words

each one of us hears things differently, or comprehends information or even stores memories or how about when it comes to repeating a message? after playing a game in school this activity demonstrates the process of how a short sentence when whispered throughout a classroom barely resembles that same sentence after it has done its rounds. the more embarrassing part of the exercise is when your version of the story is read out-loud and your cheeks turn crimson red. and this is how a rumour starts!

but even when your rendition of the sentence ends up as part of the rumour, are activities as the such not the building blocks for storytelling? the starting point that helped you developed a style, no more of a flair for writing whether it be for a sentence or perhaps a novel. 

and just think that all of this began with the rumour of do you remember when? 

Thursday, June 30, 2016

Fuzzy Slippers Required

home sweet home

only 50 meters from our back step you can see our amazing view.

with a small wooden bench, warm cuddly housecoats, fuzzy slippers and mugs filled with hot chocolate completes the scene for an early Sunday morning setting but why and stop on a Sunday?

visitors welcome

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Flying Woodchips

during the last month or so (okay, more like 3 months and a bit?) while we were out for a walk on a cold and crisp afternoon we were hoping that we might spot a faerie or two but instead to our surprise we came across a tree trunk the must have housed some pretty tasty bugs.

with having three resident woodpecker in the neighbourhood and after comparing their beaks to the size of the hole it was quite easy to figure out that a Pileated woodpecker had come to visit us.

after coming home to a cup of steaming hot cocoa we decided even though there was no hide nor hair of a faerie about, we did have a great afternoon of exercising and bird watching.

woodpecker photos curtesy of Cornell Lad of Ornithology - All About Birds website

Saturday, June 25, 2016

where'd the balloon go?

the celebration is over
(well for Faeries, is it really ever over?)

faces are no longer yellow
(but i'm sure that won't last too long)

someone has gone and weeded the garden
(how dare they)

tree trunks are still being used for chairs
(as everything is still way too dizzy and i hear 
that dance classes will begin immediately) 

bandaids and ice cubes are running out of supply
(should of known that when playing with 
the neighbourhood stingers 
pricklilies are bound to find little Faerie bums)

the pretty ribbons are still being found in the weirdest of places but not necessarily in braided Faerie hair but instead they seem to be twisted and intertwined around thorny roses bushes 
(do you know how hard it is to untie a ribbon 
from a rose bush? i have heard that 
more bandaids just might be in order)

singing, yes, singing, yes indeed, singing....
enough said about that
(hmmmmmm, yes, enough said about that)

i'm figuring that the frolicking and chatting away while playing in the mud needs to quiet down a bit as it just might help the Faeries and their friends to stay focused and to help their silly pom poms attached to their acorn hats from fallen off
(this activity needs to be readdressed to include water bottles, snacks and plump cushions 
to relax on along the way)

and lastly but not to be forgotten, what exactly was happening with those socks and shoes?
(that's all i need to know, how can socks be taken off all the while their shoes are still on?)

i can't even imagine what games and shenanigans the Faeries have in store for next year

but i'm hoping that the little girl that lives so close to the garden doesn't go ahead and pick the daisies as then i will need to find another hiding place

thank you for the fun and the giggles
 and tons of things to whisper

oh, and wasn't there something about a balloon?

Friday, June 24, 2016

dandelion face paint

okay, it's the big day!

the faeries are putting on an amazing celebration party

everyone is dancing away to the music
(many a few have had to sit down from being too dizzy)

chasing bumblebees and butterflies
(please note that the butterflies don't sting as much when you get too close)

yellow coloured face painting
(dandelions are the terrible powder to wipe off)

pretty ribbons twisted around the silliest of things
(except for the long curly hair that it was supposed to be twirled around)

socks strewn all about
(strange as it be but somehow they managed to still keep their shoes on)

garden chases where the snails are the ones to beat
(i sure am glad that it wasn't raining or else could you imagine what wet soggy mud would be to crawl through)

it seems that singing off key is the best way to sing
(not too sure if that would be nice to the ears though)

i'm sure that these are just a few of the happenings that i could spot just by peeking around a daisy
(before being spotted)

what a wonderful day

Happy International Faerie Day

oh, and how could i forget...
did you know that faerie dust comes in every colour of the rainbow?

i've seen it myself, yes, in every colour

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Oh no! How could I forget? It's just a few hours away.

on the eve of International Faerie Day the nursery seems to be in such a kerfuffle, in such a commotion, in such a bustle, in such a flurry that one can really make no sense of it at all, mind you we are dealing with faeries so who knows

i'm not too sure about you...

but know and not knowing what is going on certainly leaves ones imagination to run wild

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Invisible Lines

it must either be a stab in the dark or possibly a well laid out plan that has gone awry when it comes to the creation of property division lines be it for countries, provinces, cities, townships and then let's not forget to include our own backyard. 

even national parks and reserves seem to have no rhyme or reason as to how they are separated by roads and highways. i wonder if it comes down to the migration of wildlife or possibly the weather might have been taken into equation. for whatever the reason be though, even an odd one, is that these lines are travelled on day in and day out with no one being the wiser.

where the nursery is located we must pass through 10+ road signs informing us that 'you are now entering Wood Buffalo National Park' and then 'you are now leaving 'Wood Buffalo National Park'. strange as it seems though is when you can spot the next sign just down the road from where you are standing right now.

but don't get me wrong though as i do find the information essential to my travels, but at the same time you must admit though that it's quite comical to be entering and leaving (unless of course that there is a surcharge for the comings and goings) that many times when just driving on this one particular stretch of road but actually all i can think about are the people that have had to go out to erect all of those signs just so i can know where i am. 

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

A fair fight

"It's a sword, not a fairy wand, you know."

Author: John Flanagan,
     'The Outcasts (Brotherband Chronicles, #1)'

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Starting from Scratch

when my monsters were old enough to grasp and kinda understand through demonstrations, the world of teaching opened up far beyond their store bought toys. life itself when growing up is all about learning while playing, and in truth the accomplishment of mastering something new is what drives each of us to success today. 

bringing home massive tractor tires and filling them with dirt was the first step in the art of creating life as it's one thing to play in the sandbox or down at the beach with your shovels and pails but when using those same tools for in a different manner is how a garden grows.   

being handed a packet and opening it up to reveal what still looks like specks of dust, planting them with stubby little fingers and then carrying sand pails full of water back and forth from the kitchen sink all to bring the look of awe and amazement when that first little green shoot poked its head above the dirt. after the whole neighbourhood not only heard about all of the goings-on but were given the whole tour of their garden began the process of learning something new, whether it be for gardening or perhaps not, as not everyone has what is called a 'green thumb'.  

looking back upon that time shows us our own growth, as at first one methodically following the instructions written on the back of the seed packet to now, winging it to see what can happen when you experiment while doing something like this or like that. 

this is how my nursery does things as it's hard to play by the rules when there are no rules to be followed. it's something like having a whole handful of seeds, placing them into that same sand pail and then scattering them all across the garden. my guess is that this is how faeries are made.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

A light on in the window

"You can do more with a castle in a story than with the best cardboard castle that ever stood on a nursery table."

Author: C.S. Lewis,
'Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life'

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

A Clean Mess

i think that the nursery is finally starting to look clean although a few things just might need a bit tending to yet so i do believe that it's list time ~
  • the cobwebs have new cobwebs spun upon them with again new ones again on top of that with another whole layer on top of that although i will say that it's a good thing spiders like to spin their silk in different shades of paint as it certainly does add splash of colour ~ blicky ~ but then colour none the less
  • the dirt pile that was once swept into the corner has upped and managed to find the dustpan itself
  • or how about the ivy that was in such a knotted jumbled mess that it figured out how to actually dance the twist
  • what about trying to erase the pretty pictures that have been drawn on the scattered note pads
  • and then who could forget the tumbleweeds mixed in with the beads that roll aimlessly across the floor ~ i will note though that i have absolutely no idea where tumbleweeds might have come from here in the nursery
  • oh yeah ~ and what about the ball of yarn that had turned itself inside out only to find another knot on the end that was in a different colour
  • then there was that really really really really long purple thread that somehow came across spools of green and pink and yellow threads and the wrapped them so tightly together that they will never be able to be separated 
  • how do water the silk flowers that have taken root on the floor
  • what about the coloured markers that have long since dried up but are still so extremely smelly that we use them as incense to keep the nursery smelling fruity
  • and how on earth do you pour the food colouring dyes back into their own matching coloured bottles
that's quite the list and i do know that it will only grow longer and longer as how do you expect to get anything done with a nursery full of faeries?

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

The Air Pocket Compulsion

i don't think that i am able to walk past a sheet of bubble wrap without having to stop but the question is whether i or you for that matter, can stop at the first balloon? yes, i will admit of being guilty when it comes to NOT being able of walking away but i'm wondering then if i would feel like i didn't do my civic duty to the 'bubble'.

it all begins with the gentle pressing in of the very first one and then waiting to hear that burst of air that makes you feel like you are jumping out of your skin with anticipation. from there it just turns into a frenzy of twisting, turning and squishing about so it almost sounds like popcorn jumping around in a hot oiled pan. 

but then there comes the feeling of panic, dreadfulness and even anxiety as you find yourself at that last blister. you know the one, that one that makes your heart slow down and your fingers to freeze up just incase you can't stop in time and you end up making that last move too soon. and then it happens you hold your breath, close your eyes tightly and try to lavish this very and last final pop before it is time to walk away as there is no further reason to stay.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

When it's too cold to shovel

with the temperature dropping to -33.8 here at the nursery not only is it too cold to work but you can't even here a peep! i'm thinking that it might be that they can't un-clump the frozen sparkle dust in order to play.

on the those days where it isn't quite so frosty out that i do still try to keep myself busy whether it be in where it is toasty or when it is so nippy that the tip of my nose starts to turn red. but when i do venture through the glass doors one must remember that to awaken a faerie let a lone a whole nursery full of them, well, its just not something that i or even for that matter that you would do. speaking from past experiences it is best to just tiptoe around instead of stomping your boots to shake off the snow, and i know, who would of thunk? but when i do start to think back even (as long as to when my noggin starts to hurt) i really can't seem to recall exactly what it is that i have must have been doing or even to pinpoint to any one thing but surely i must have been doing something that i or at least i hope i have been. 

with the sun still shining on these very cold days and the snow is so beautiful and sparkling that it really is a shame to not dress up snuggly warm and take a few pictures outside. when out and about on these frozen trips i have come across magical doors hiding in amongst the tree branches and bunny holes. you certainly can see where the there has been some activity where someone has been busy shovelling out the doorway but on most of them the snow hasn't been disturbed as the faeries must be hiding away in what must be a forever time for them. i have heard (well when i have been eavesdropping) from their tiny whispers that that when the snow is blowing or the mosquitoes are so thick that even they can't out fly them that this is definitely the time to be comfortable and to warm their tootsies in front of the flickering fireplace. i have wondered though that where or what they would they find enough food to keep their plates full on the dining room table. after what has seemed to be forever and a day i have decided that they must stash away munchables just like the squirrels do which in turn would make perfectly sense that they are really leary as to not let any of the neighbouring critters come to visit just incase their hiding places be found. 

today i decided to sneak on in to just catch up on a few of my terribly tardiness chores with the hope that i don't disturb their slumber. please don't forget to visit our Instagram account where at least i can post some lovely photos without being caught. 

someone must have come
and shovelled out the walkway

best to stay put for the rest of the day

Sunday, January 31, 2016

confusing doubtfulness

oh what shambles, chaos, jumbles and topsy-turviness.

finding a wee scribbled note all scrunched up hidden in a dusty cobwebby corner were thoughts from my school days (and no, you do not get to know, and there will be no guessing at how old i really am).
and yes, in case your were wondering (or to scared to ask) i did have to shoo away (hubby says it wasn't exactly me who did the shooing) an awfully massive spider (hubby says it was in fact a really a teeny tiny one..but a spider is a spider).

i'm thinking that my faeries must have been with me even when i wasn't aware of them that so long ago.
as one re-reads these lyrics that at the time were not intentionally written for Fae or even anything faerie related but don't you think that these words could have been penned from a faeries viewpoint instead?

"remember to always
believe in your spirit
your hopes and dreams
be true to one's own self
and those around you!"

"take a chance 
believe in yourself
dare to dream
live to love"

with this crimpledly diary page found that one can't even imagine or even want to remember what thoughts i must have had running unbuttoned through my noggin.
but thinking upon it now one must bethink that faeries do not write in verse or song but through riddles and puzzles that one may never untangle or piece together.
may the secrets and the mysteries leave us giggling when silly pieces of paper are found in a corner long lost.

a question for you then

...have you ever heard the faeries laugh with a twistery melody that it leaves you befuddled?

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Dishwasher Bubbles

and here we go again.. (i'm starting to think that i just might be lost, as i could have sworn that this idea/thought has be done way toooooooo many times) ..

a new business name .. (on Facebook that is so it shows up in the search bar).

a new business name .. (here on Google that is .. thinking that i might try to see what i can do about the actual Google link for the company being changed .. any help would be appreciated .. as i'm one that can see exactly what it is that i need to do, and i'm the one that can exactly what not to do, and yes, the latter seems to be the on-going favourite).

a new feel (haven't figured out exactly what this means yet .. but it will come to me eventually).

a new look (same as above .. no wait .. that's not true).

a new ?? (face it .. there is always something new that one just can't think of when trying to think of something new).

disclaimer .. okay .. perhaps all of or any of the 'a new' stuff listed above might or might not happen as quickly as the pop of a soapy bubble .. but they will happen long before all of the dishes are done).