A while ago Merrie and I did a little swap. Her gift to me was a handfull of beautiful Bluejay feathers found while checking round her garden. She also thoughtfully included some small fairy images - fae scraps to include in my craft projects.

The picture below shows one of the pretty scraps from Merrie. I picked it out and just slipped it under the corner of my candle cupboard in the kitchen. It has been there ever since.

It's the perfect picture to compliment the poems written by Tommy and Alibear

Till your return Lady Trillium, I will miss you.
xx

Quick, show us who u really are !

What a trickster, it's Pip the pixie :D

Come on Mr Pumpkin Head it's time for bed...

hist wist
Little ghost things
tip-toe
twinkle-toe

little twitchy
witches and tingling
goblins
hob-a-nob   hob-a-nob

little hoppy happy
toad in tweeds
tweeds
little itchy mousies

with scuttling
eyes rustle and run
and
hidehidehide

green
dancing
devil
devil

devil
devil

wheeEEE

(extract from a poem by e.e.c)

Play along and pretend to be scared !
Can u guess who this is ?
All will be revealed 12 midnight on Halloween.
^_^

This morning Moonflower looked out on the garden only to find that the clouds had come right down and cast a million diamond drops of glistening beauty far and wide.

Taken from the inside, a perfect lace curtain of drops strung together with the finest thread ever.

Raindrops on roses.

Roses not noses !

Oh I see - whiskers on kittens !

^_^

It feels like a year and a day since I visited Moonflowers Garden.

It is true that the path to the garden sometimes eludes me, but in the gloomy shadows her presence is always there - bright as the sun in Spring and as comforting as a warm hearth during Winter.

Today, in the time between times, I found the garden overgrown and tinged with more than a little Autumn decay. Gossamer webs hung in dewy disarray over hundreds of papery seed pods.
A smell of bonfire tinged the air with a hint of damp and musty undergrowth.
Beautiful pink and peach roses punctuate the borders, dark red dahlias soldiering on till the first frosts and soft lilac Michaelmas daisies touched by powdery mildew turn their faces to the sun. Bright blue Gentian trumpets tooting a tune in the rock garden, red butterflies flitting to and fro while Jackdaws chatter on a chimney pot.
Plump pumpkins sitting in a row on the patio and bags of spring bulbs waiting to be planted into the warm, wet earth.
I saw the fairies too. Playing amongst the fallen leaves and napping with the cat in a favourite sunny spot. They were stealing honey and quite drunk on ripe fruit, riding on low golden rays and skipping across the lawn. Tonight they will dance on beams from the Shedding Moon and begin to weave a spell or two for Halloween.

Moonflowers Garden - just up the road a bit and always welcoming.