They are back... and my favourite pencils are too small to re sharpen...time to buy some new ones.

This "in my face" faery threw down a bit of a challenge to me...to get my eyes and ears open, because they are beginning to wonder if I will forget how to see them...not a chance...but needed reminding

Faery Father.

This Faery father has a lot of stress taking care of his nine faery daughters. With dagger in one hand and infinitely replenished wine glass in the other he manages...only just to enusre that the faery line is not diminished by some earthly human gene pool...

but its a big job for him for faery girls are flirtatious and beautiful...but be warned, should any human swain (or is that swine) be successful in luring one away and falling in love with her... he is doomed to a lifetime of hauling wine casks for the faery father's glass (which is why it is so oft replenished); doomed to replenishing that huge pipe which has to be kept going day and night...and doomed to be constantly dancing out of the way of the point of that bejewelled golden dagger... ah lads is it worth the magic?

A Very Happy Easter to you all!

We here are drifting into Autumn...my favourite season...always a magic time for me...

so hope you have enough magic of your own to use as a fall back and just enjoy the time we are all in....

As the Easter moon comes closer

the evenings are cooler...and Autumn unfolds..my favourite time . I reflect on my life and in my reflection I see the bemused staring of a bright red haired faery...as if to say...just get on with it and don't become too self absorbed...

or not...she may not even be seeing me from her dimension.

A gaggle of Faery Girls.

This gaggle of faery girls were just a laying about on the newly cut grass in the paddock behing out house...they were as surprised as was I when we noticed each other but seeing no threat soon returned to the strangely familiar game they were playing.

This pair of extended family faeries has sat in my drawer for some time now. One is a grandma faery and one a grand daughter faerie...some years back I say this pair sitting together on the rocks near Shelley Beach Port Macquarie...

First Day of Autumn Faeries.

So here we are after the longest of summers, the hottest and the driest in living memory so much so that Australia wide a collective sigh was heard accross the continent when March heralded in Autumn. Where we live it will still be summer till late March and still T Shirt and jeans weather till April's end... April is glorious in Australia and May...my favourite time of the year... I just love Autumn and see it as my reward.

So I was pleased to see the first of this lot hanging off the branches in the early misting rain...RAIN. We have rain today...jut a little...and just a week after we had to buy $300 worth of water for our household tanks and it tastes of metal from the tanker...we are fussy we lucky ones with rainwater tanks...

And the faery with the big blue tear, well once I was asked and declared the blue tears were tears of wisdom...but today they might just be raindrops.

I have figured out why faeries from down under are not all aboriginal faeries...

The faeries are connected to us by race memory and so when we see them we see the ones who are connected to us wherever we live...possibly we see them how our mind constructs them for us...so people of different races see faeries familiar and or similiar to them re clothing...but then again it could be all bull... today is so hot I feel silly enough to say anything... glad this lot are friendly enough or at least neutral. I couldn't fight my way out of a paper bag in this 4,000 degree heat.

Each of my daughters have a pet...Melissa an old black alley type cat called Comet... this cat scares even me when I stay with her... her partner has claw marks on his thigh from where this thing has latched on..when the mood strikes...so does he. Other times he just sleeps and looks like a KING...she loves this cat but watches his pupils for "The Change"

Alison has a wonder doggie The very handsome Thorn...a lovely thick-set type red Kelpie...we are minding him right now because she has to live in a flat...up nine flights...no room for Thorn. He loves her to death and when she comes at Chriostmas he lays on the ground and cries. When she was at the worst of her illness some years back he laid quietly outside her door for months on end... only a doggie would do that... We are very fond of the old doggie with the big limp.

Just a Gathering of the little people, no doubt one has a tad of a sore head and well deserved... but for this Faerie famiily, once the wine goblet is filled, it must be drained quickly, so it will be filled again and again...so that wine goblet goes from hand to hand around the whole mob constantly... for if it is not emptied it can never be refilled and if not refilled it can never be emptied...poor faeries.

She's an odd little being... I found her a bit off putting as she regarded me, but didn't see me...may be a human reaction to other-worldliness... I drew this one ages ago and just found her a bit crumpled up in a box, the paper chewed off at the edge - had to trim it...feel like she is bemused at my slowness to recognise or remember her...but here she is...a bit of a lost faery.

Just a face...slightly cross-eyed. Not real but fun to draw... soometimes the pencil jsut does its own thing...maybe just maybe thats the faery of the pencil...yes that'd be it... maybe they draw themselves....or whatever...

This "Late Summer Faery" is a bit like the rest of us... hiding from the heat in the shade of our Lemon Myrtle Tree... she didn't even look up as I passed by her. I only had a quick impression of her but she was a fine and delicate a faery as I ever did see. I could see right through her and wouldn't have noticed her at all had I not stopped next to her in the shade before going out in the sun to hang out some washing. I wonder in what dimension of the 27 known (and no doubt there are hundreds more) do faeries hang out their washing. Then again if they are not bound by the same morality laws we are...why do they need clothes and why do their clothes so closely imitate ours...?

Maybe they really are the "little" people from ages past who went into the hills and it is we who have copied their dress code...?

So are there Versace faeries? Are their K Mart faeries or Op shop faeries?

A quiet faery

Just quietly leaning on her arm...this faery was looking at nothing in particular. She was just so still... so much like a child...like every child...I felt like giving her a big hug...but didn't because by her nature and her difference to human beings...she would disappear into a small speck of light and go back to that other dimension she feels safer in.

The Dreamer Faery

I don't know why this faery is called The Dreamer...she came to me on a very hot afternoon...when I could hear Cicadas all round...and thanked God that inside the house we had a little airconditioning... very human ... and there she was sitting still on a large branch in the shade above the waterfall... and when she finally turned and regarded me looking out at her, I felt a wave of such compassion and understanding as if I were looking at myself... an non human self with other priorities and needs.

Fire faery having a bad hair day

This fire faery is a bit off putting and can scare some who don't understand...she exists because every element must have its faery... she's having a bit of a bad hair day...but its hot in the fire and very windy...

Just some summer good time faeries to make you smile
Here are some "Good Times" faeries..this pair danced outside our windows on Christmas day...a smilin'... we wondered did they prise open the edges of the pressies...or loosen the corks of Moet (generously donated by my prospective son in law)...but come the day they were still there long after pressies were opened...maybe it was the faerie lights I had not taken down which attracted them...whatever. But still they dance outside our windows...and we are fortunate in their blessing....

From my ellas child blog...another faery I live with...And here he is in his full glory...Fang Mackay ...lucky to be alive Fang Mackay.He who falls out of wheelchairs daring his loyal wife (moi) to catch him and lift him aloft...sounds easy peasy in the movies... not so in real life...he went down like a bag of lead peas and just as easy to pick up ... not!but can't be too hard on him tonight... just glad to still have him in one piece

I have given up on trying to get these posts to post from Picassa in the old way. It all disappears into the blogosphere...

Here are some late Christmas faeries...they have been on my other blog since befor Christmas...but having soooo much trouble with this one...maybe the gremlins are involved...

This is the sunset faery. She is seen just as the sun begins to disappear beyind the blue mountains of the horizon. She stands so still and issort of transparent that its easy to miss seeing her. Then when you do see her it seems so normal that its only later that you recall seeing her... its always like that. Sometimes she appears so detached from the world on the ground around her it feels a bit frightening...or "other" but then when I remember the look in her eyes as the rich golds of the setting sun settle on her face and hair, all feels right and full of a compassion which is as big as the universe.

We humand like to think its all directed at us, affected by us and all for our benefit...and maybe it is this detachment from anything which we can change which makes us feel frightened. I wish I knew more about what she sees and has seen and will see long after I am .