These two quick whipped up daughter faeries keep me sane...or there abouts...with their quirky common sense wisdoms... if I had never had them in my life...would I have missed them? You better bloody bet I would have... my inner life holds all their chuckles and escapades and hugs, and pure rich and delightful devilments... I am meant to be where I am and who I am at exactly this time in the history of the world...purpose being...who knows what? They have helped make that all possible...not just for me...but also for themselves! e

Just a whimsy...for no reason at all...what so ever...this bunch of faeries rested ever so elegantly on the grass outside the house...for a while...and then they were gone...


for no reason at all and just a whimsey took them away as it had brought them... much better than tele! 

I don't know where she came from at all...it is so long ago. I was reading Marion Zimmer Bradley's amazing "The Mists of Avalon" when I drew this way back in the mid '90's. I had lost this drawing and found it in abox of stuff gathered when we moved...I remember it as an really nice time for me and thats all. Every one, man woman and child has to read that book...she worte others before and after that time, and is sadly now dead to us, but that book changed a lot of how i thought of the world Ilive in. 

We have a tree out the back called a Silky Oak; actually a couple of them. Right now in mid spring (Australia) the largest of them is covered with bright orange-yellow flowers. This little faery is only the size of a tennis ball and I had to look really hard at her before I realised she was sitting there calmly amongst these flowers. She was aware of me but in a detached way and didn't flit off or flick out as some of them are wont to do.

The birds seem to be just going beresk amongst the branches.

We didn't plant these trees. An old couple who lived here for thirty years planted them when they came and we are grateful for their efforts. They came here at our age (early fifties) and she, Mrs Evans is now in her eighties... her husband died recently.

They wanted to be self sufficient and had one cow, a cow bale to milk her in, herbs, fruit trees, flowers etc... he had a small boat in which he would go down to the nearby Hastings river to fish... there is an incredible feeling of peace in this place and maybe it was this which drew this couple to here or maybe they created it themselves.

She was happy enough to sell it to us as she knew we would keep what was here. Her husband died just after we moved in...like my husband he was in a wheelchair, but from Parkinsons. The night he died we remember well because there was something really strange about that night and we both felt it and commented at the time. I just asked my husband and we both couldn't recall what it was but it was a sort of odd noise/movement thing which un nereved us but not so as to frighten us.The next day we were told he had died at that time. I don't know what this has to do with this Silky Oak Faery but obviously something of the people who came before was there because as I drew her I thought of them and all the years they lived here.. s

These bunch of dawn faeries I noticed ourside the house in a big tree. I was lying in bed at about 5am just looking out the big glass door and not thinking anything much at all. I closed my eyes and opened them and there they were on the bough just opposite the door... being sleepy I closed my eyes and opened them again and they were gone ... but they had been there. When I got up just after this and went outside I felt like I could hear a tinkle of laughter, like when those metallic christmas decorations shatter...just like that... ah! sometimes its good to know that they are there even if they hide from the plodding likes of me.

This is one of Purr's Roof Crackers. Scary a character as can be. He's only rrrreally scared of the Nosy Stair Creeper. This horror is a distant rello of the Sink Sucker and No Gob who hides in between the walls and listens to all our telephone calls.
There are many types of Roof Crackers. This is the Aussie version and I imagine that the Scots, Masai or U.S. versions would be equally as terrrifying to meet. . s

This lot just came out of my head n a golden sunny spring afternoon when the light was streaming into my room. I just started with the eyes and the rest just happened...perhaps in a parallel universe...or maybe just around the next corner they are if my eyes were wide open... I just know that they make me happy and thats enough...as usual I could not decide which one to post... the more pastel one or the bright sunlight filled one...whatever takes your fancy. 

Purr wrote

Purr wrote
http://nosystaircreeper.blogspot.com/?

“EVER WONDERED
Have you ever wondered what the squeak is when you venture up the stairs in your home? Well it's a wee creature called a stair creeper!Yes they are little creatures that hide under your stairs during the daytime. You always thought that creek was just a loose plank of wood giving way under your weight, but no it's the crack of the poor wee creatures finger-bones as you crush them! It hangs on by it's fingertips under your stair in the vain attempt and hope that you won't stand on it because it dare not let out a yelp of pain, it just has to hang there as you crush it's finger-bones and grit it's teeth!”

This is the blog of the person who wrote the story about the stair creeper.... have a look at the second of her posts. http://nosystaircreeper.blogspot.com/?

This one was inspired by the second post in a blog called "Noisy Stair creeper"... I hope she likes it... I'll see if I am clever enough to insert her blog in the next post... I hopes she gives me permission to include the story of this little creature here :) copyrighted of course... 

Its mid spring here right now, and its been quite warm. The bees are flying about loaded with pollen and the birds seem to be finding plenty of food in the trees and on the ground. I spotted this lovely Mid Spring Faery watching the Rainbow Lorikeets feeding on the grass seeds in our back yard...glad I didn't mow the yard... so many birds are feeding on the seeds, and this faery seems to be delighted by it all. r 

There she was one warm sring afternoon. I looked up through the Mulberry tree's branches and she was smiling back st me as if we'd known each other for ages... I remember the light of the sun on hr face and the sparkle in her eye... 

Bloody blog ate this faery story! I couldn't decide which one of these to use. One's more a sunny picture bright and luminous but it was the other that I saw really. Since Don began collecting tiny ceramic frogs to hide in amongst our waterfall this lot of faeries have been seen frequently, but so quickly do the blink away that only now have I been able to try and recreate them and then I am not sure at all. I see them out of the corner of my eyes but make the mistake of even slightly turning my head and they disappear. But I know that they move those frogs about because every time I try to count them I always seem to be out by one or two and I am never sure which one. I usually get up to about 19 and I know there are 21 right now. Sometimes they hide a real frog in amongst the others and I get quite a start when it plops away if I get too near!  

This Cicada Faery sat on a branch outside the window just looking at me...obviously waiting for me to notice the first song of the Cicadas this spring.

It has been a while now since we heard them...March perhaps...its now late September and early Spring. But the days have been very warm.

So once she caught my eye and then blinked out...I began to hear them again...I love the sound of the Cicadas...although by high summer they can become almost deafening.

They mean life...family, childhood... summer, all that is familiar. 

Out near the birdbath.

These fullof life and laughter crew just came out of my dreams early one grey morning. I opened my eyes and there they were just for that moment, mucking about near the birdbath. It had rained all night and after a grey dawn a gentle strobe of sunlight lit up the branches around the birdbath and there ther all were a sparkling away. Then poof... gone. I heard the beautiful song of the Butcher Bird break out near the bird bath... he would have seen what I saw an more...ahh its nice out here sometimes. 

A basket of Trolls

This is a basket of Trolls being carried by a Troll carrying faery. This is her duty. Trolls find it hard to get about quickly on their short chubby little legs so when they have to travel long distances to inhabit a new bridge or toabandon a bridge which has collapsed the Troll carrying faery whooshes in like a whooshing thing and loads the Trolls into her Troll carrying basket This is a really important time for the trolls as they get to fly high above the earth and see in and out the fabric of time. For a faery to have to honour of serving the trolls this way is a great honour. Sometimes you may be lucky enough to see one arriving at a new bridge, at sunset the day before the official opening... full of excitement... or you may see them departing early on the dawn of the day after an old bridge has collpased or been destroyed. Its at these times you must be still and pay the trolls their due homage because they do an awful lot of bridge patching up...replacing bolts and beams... and a darn good thing too because the darn Government and Councils are too careless at looking after the bridges which we all must travel over.  

Just a quick whippedup faerie

This one is a real quick whipped up faerie. She was here amongst the flowers and then gone and all I was left with was a vague memory of what she looked like. She was like a blur then she stopped and looked and then blurred off again. 

Don't upset this one okay.

Please don't upset this one. The smile means nothing at all...its just an expression. She's making a decision whether or not to whip up wild winds and add the red sparks from her hair to the bush, or to bring together a calamity of clouds and open the heavens with her one tear. Whatever she decides its better to either not be there at the time or to be as prepared as you can be and hope for the best okay.

She's not bad as we think of it...she just is, and one day is fire, one day is rain, one day is sweet and light and the other brings you pain...

So just do not go looking for her, she is too easily found. 

Amongst the Silky Oaks

Behind the Silky Oak trees a whispering sound can be heard on quiet days. When the whole world stands still for that magic moment as if all creation is holdong its breath I can hear them again. Once I happened to be amongst the trees when this happened and out of the corner of my eye I saw a long pale elegant hand pull open the fabric of the bush around me as iff pulling back a curtain. Wider and wider...and for a moment, the briefest moment I glimpsed two unusual ladies and heard them whispering words which spun past me like a breathy velvet. I turned to look andthe pale hand quickly pulled the curtain shut and the world returned to what we think of as normal... but was it? What is normal? The extraordinary seemed totally normal to me in those few moments.

I know now that when all the world stops and the whispering starts again, the curtain has been once again pulled back... but I will never go over there on those sorts of days because it is their place now and not mine. In never was mine anyway. 

I spotted this conundrum of bright eyed faeries when I looked up through the wash house window. I was adding yet another load to the hard worked washing machine and I got the feeling that they were wondering why on earth I was inside when it was such a bright and beautiful light filled spring day outside.

So was I wondering the same. But when I got outside they were not where they had been but I thought I heard them laughing behind my back. When I spun around they were not there, but I saw a shower of golden pollen rain down out of the large tree at the side of our house. I am pretty sure they were hiding in amongst its branches... funny little things.

And no I didn't finish the washing and it will still be there tomorrow, but no guarantee a bright beautiful day like to day will be.