Some Spring morning faeries are hereabouts today.

The air is so fresh and cool and we are having the most wonderful spring days... the heat of summer is on its way but for now it is like heaven might be... or somewhere close to heaven.

On days like today you just can't ignore them and I know that soon I will begin to put their faces onto cards and such as Don pushed me to do before last Christmas.

Some more Coogee faeries!

Arrived in from Melbounre after visiting one daughter...and went to the eldest daughter's place in Coogee.

She was at work but left me well supplied with a bottle of Chardonnay (Kardonnay you pack of ...ahem well only Aussies will know the rest fo this phrase aka Kath and Kim)

Left me well supplied with nibblies and cheese..what a dream of daughter she is...

Left me with a drawing pad and some colours... hence the Coogee faeries...and some trashie mags...some instructions on how to operate the TV... its hi tech these days...

What a gal I raised...

When I get photos developed I will post her place...all my paintings are lined up en masse down her wall...its frightening to see them all together...

but kind of nice also....

Some Happy face faeries who hung about today when I was feeling miserable...





Sundays are the worst for some reason... don't know why and pleased they hung about... Ali (youngest) dreamt that her dad said to her ...(in a dream) amongst other things that he was "rid of all his infections and that he felt a lot better now" a healing dream for her...I had the same after my own dad was killed when I was young... faeries, angels well wishers from life... who knows - needed and necessary that is for sure.

Ten days till spring and already they are at my window waiting...

And here they are, back... smiling, bemused, aloof... not wondering is Summer comming, ...has Winter gone.

Not thinking is this last year; next year; this year.

They just are... here in the present...

The cold of winter and its sadness seems to slowly be washing away from me. I long for the warmth, which is so unlike me. The warmth means light; shorter nights and more time to look outside...

and there they are waiting for me anyway... lucky me

The Mother Faery knows...

and she cries for us all...for the human condition...that when we love we will hurt we will grieve...but

how would our lives be if we had never known love at all?

So we go in boots an all and bare our hearts to loving someone, child, husband. mother, father sister bother, aunt, uncle friend...

because we are human and thats what being human is about...

Faces who came to visit.


When all else fails to stop the mind chatter, some happy faces at my window made me remember my colours and pencils.



Don always wanted me to start a "card" series with my "Quick Whipped Up Faeries", and he even drew up with the girls, at Christmas a plan of what I'd need to do to get started. Everything I did or tried to do he had faith in...lucky me huh?



So who am I to ignore the faces at my window, or who hand on the tree branches sparkling in the sun?

So for your pleasure and mine, the Faeries have returned.

This crew were all jostling for position and I think that they have been trying to get my attention for some time now... but I couldn't see or hear them...

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...