Inside a Book

It’s warm and dry inside a book.

I have a winter stash that I only allow myself to look at when the weather is bad.

It is raining again today. Hooray!

I finally get to enjoy the two books my friend Joyce gave me in June.


They are Flora Forager books. Both by the brilliant Bridget Beth Collins.


She does magic with flower and plant pieces.

Some of her art is mosaic pictures.


Some are replicas of famous paintings.


Many are mandalas made of natural materials.


The seasonal journal has plenty of room

to write that poetry I have been putting off putting down.


I plan to lose myself in these books on this dreary day.

Oh look. There I am now!




Creeping through Winter

This Creeping Fig vine ( Ficus pumila) has kept growing through the winter.


My guess is that the block wall has kept it warm.

It is hardy to 10 degrees Fahrenheit.

I am happy to see its new copper-colored leaves in February.


I love this little creeper.


Spring Peeking

My muddy shoe collection has started by the door.

It’s gotten so squishy here in North Carolina that I purchased a pair of mud boots.

I cannot stay inside, no matter the weather.

I had to go out and check on spring.

I was glad to see it peeking out here and there.

A few little purple anemones were blooming on the bank.

Some yellow crocus were lighting up the path.

My new Quince is budding.

The peonies are peeking out of the ground. too.

My new Sweet Betsy plants are emerging. (Thanks Marian.)

The wet Tete-a-Tete’s are trying to brighten up the garden.

I must be patient.

Me and my muddy shoes will keep making the rounds.


How to Build a Fairy House

I learned a lot last weekend at the Fairy House Festival at Latta Plantation.

I had no idea that fairy architecture was so complex.


It seems that they like to have paths to their door.


Bark is their favorite roofing material.


Pine branches and pine cone are decorative accents.


Stones are stools and acorns are bowl.


Wisps of grass add flare.


Some like the teepee style of house


while others feel safer under ground


or inside a tree stump.


I must start gathering building materials to build my fairies a new house under the fig tree.

Stay tuned for updates.


The Storyteller’s Hat

I have many hats, but none compares to the Storyteller’s hat.

It seemed to store stories in its castle.  There was even a draw bridge on the front.

The storyteller’s name is Wisha Granty.

Storytelling is her part-time gig.  She is also a fairy godmother and a pirate named Captain Rowdy.

I met her at the Fairy House Festival at Latta Plantation.

I did not get to stay for her stories, but her hat told some tales of its own.

It seems that Bugs Bunny is friends with Tinkerbell who flies with dragons when Peter is elsewhere.

The Red Ridinghood wolf  is the supervisor over the Two(oops) Little Pigs.

Snow White is a security guard who works with a gargoyle to guard the drawbridge.

The wicked witch does advising atop the castle, coaching princesses to be more assertive.

The hat even had a Halloween side with a Jack-o-lantern, graves stones a ghost, and some gargoyles. I sensed some dark magic coming from this side of the hat.

The hat was so full of magic I was afraid to touch it.

Wisha Granty must be one heck of a storyteller and godmother if she owns a hat like that.

It was nothing short of a work of art.

Wisha had a hat like that.




Fairy Fashion

I learned a few fashion tricks this weekend at the Fairy House Festival.


I need to keep up with the trends while dressing my own fairies.

I was happy to see that sensible shoes are in.


I found an assortment of hats to accent any outfit.

Wings come in all shapes and sizes.

Hair embellishments are a necessity.


There was a wide variety of wands.

Those fairies have a magical flare for fashion.


I must pay closer attention.



A Whole Lot of Magic at Latta

If you were wondering where all the fairies had gone yesterday,


they were all down at Latta Plantation for the Fairy House Festival.


I have never seen some many fairies.


All colors, sizes and ages came to construct a magical fairy colony along the wooded paths in the Faylinn Village.


In additions to the construction of dwellings,



fairies could also get their faces painted, make crafts,


play games, listen to stories,


plant flowers, blow bubbles and learn about nature.

There were even flying lessons available for the bravest little fairies.


My next post will be on Fairy Fashion.  They have a flare for fashion!


Toad in a Trance

I suspect these high temperatures tricked my toad out of his torpor.

I am sure my snooping around weeding and cleaning also disrupted his winter rest.

He spent all day yesterday perched on this rock at the top of the wall.

I checked on him many times yesterday. He was unresponsive.

I did not touch him for fear he might plunge to his death, if disturbed.

He was still precariously perched last night when I went to bed.

This morning, I was pleased to find him in a less exposed location.

He has moved to a space between stones, not far from the hole he emerged from.

He still won’t look at me, maybe he blames me for early emergence. Typical toad attitude.



Unmulch: Remulch

Get out there while the weather is good. Gather your tools and gloves.


It’s clean-up time in the perennial beds here in the south.

There are babies on the way.

New bloom growth of Hellebores and Epimediums are peeking out of the ground.


I also cut down evergreen ferns now so I have a clear view of the lovely new fiddleheads.

Get all those old stems out of the way before new growth emerges.


It is much easier to do this now than have to be careful around the new shoots.

Removing old mulch and fallen leaves also removes disease and insects.

Replace with a fresh light layer of pine needles.


It is not spring, but you need to spring into action.

Like the saying about a horse costume… I’d rather be a head than a behind.

FLOW says GO!