The last fairy

The last fairy
Originally uploaded by seriykotik1970

The feline tribe are merciless hunters and it is believed that the last fairy in England was caught by a house cat some time in the 1870s. In Scotland, of course, where there are fewer cats, the wee folk survived well into the 20th century.

Joy Geisha Hummingbird Fairy Fantasy Faerie Art

Joy Geisha Hummingbird Fairy Fantasy Faerie Art
Originally uploaded by Glimmerfae

Joy Geisha Hummingbird Fairy Fantasy Faerie Art
"Joy Geisha Fairy" by Joelle Rene'

Beautiful Joy Geisha Faerie is attended by her entourage of hummingbirds as a constant reminder to connect with that which brings you joy. Her Wing jewelry is the symbol of Song and our ability to emanate joyful noise into the world.

Joy Faerie is the first painting in my ‘Return to Joy’ series and beckons us to remember our own time of innocence and wonder and to follow our hearts. The simple joys of our childhood are only a thought away. Let us pursue the path less taken and journey beyond this dream world of mortal man into the realm of faerie dust and magic charms where wishes really do come true.

Fairy Child ~ Amy Brown Inspiration ~ Explore

Fairy Child ~ Amy Brown Inspiration ~ Explore
Originally uploaded by Alexandria LaNier

I came across this picture on Flickr.com. I just love how she is holding this baby!

Fairy Skull

Here is an interesting drawing by Gene Dixon that I thought worthy of adding to my blog about Fairies. I would love to see this drawing in color! Thanks Gene for letting me post this piece of art of yours!
You can see some of Gene's other work at: http://ewlproductions.ning.com/profile/ThomasDixon?xg_source=activity

"A Midsummer Night's Dream"

I found this poem and picture on Cybermoon Emporium.

"A Midsummer Night's Dream"

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits;
I'll be gone: Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
....Shakespeare

The Tooth Fairy

How could we ever forget about the tooth fairy! She was one of my favorite fairies as a child! No matter how much that tooth hurt when you lost it, the pain was sure to go away knowing that there might be a little surprise under our pillows!

Well, now I have twin granddaughters and you guessed it! They both are loosing their baby teeth! Of course, they wanted to know more about this mysterious tooth fairy. And who else to ask then good ole Grandma who has a blog about fairies. They mainly just wanted to know what she looked like, so we "googled" tooth fairy. To our surprise, there are many shapes, looks, and sizes of tooth fairies.

The pictures that you see here are the ones that my granddaughters picked out of what they think that their fairy looks like. Maybe you have a favorite picture that you would like to send my way! Please do at BetsyIckes@aol.com and I'll be sure to post it. Just write Fairy Picture in subject area. Thanks!

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I like this video. Something that my friend posted on their facebook.

Snow Maiden - A Famous Russian Fairy Tale

In one story, she is the daughter of Spring and Frost, who yearns for the companionship of mortal humans. She grows to like a shepherd named Lel, but her heart is unable to know love. Her mother takes pity and gives her this ability, but as soon as she falls in love, her heart warms up and she melts.

another version as found on this site: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Delphi/6422/tale.html

Snow Maiden


Once upon a time there was an old man and his wife.
They had everything they wanted,
A cow, a sheep, and a cat on the hearth,
but they didn't have any children.
Often they were sad and grieved.

One day during winter the white snow fell up to their knees.
The neighbor's children rushed out onto the street.
They slid on their sleds and threw snowballs,
and began to make a snowman.

Grandfather looked out of the window,
watched, and said to Grandmother:
"Well, wife, we sit here looking at the neighbor's children in our old age,"
"Let's you and I go out and build a snowman too."
And the old lady became merry as well.
"Well, let's go, Grandfather, onto the street."
"but why build a snowman, when I already have you?"
"Let's build a daughter, Snyegurochka!" (Snow Maiden)

No sooner said than done!
The old people went out into the garden and began to build a daughter.
They used two deep blue beads for eyes,
made two dimples in her cheeks,
and a piece of red ribbon for her mouth.
How good, their snow daughter, Snyegurochka.
Grandmother and grandfather looked and looked at her,
they loved her, and couldn't take their eyes off of her.

All of a sudden Snyegurochka's mouth began to smile,
her hair began to curl.
She began to move her arms and legs and then she walked through the garden and into the izba!(small wooden house)
Grandmother and grandfather couldn't believe their eyes,
they were so surprised they couldn't move!
"Grandfather!" cried Grandmother,
"Yes, it is, we have a living daughter, our dear little Snyegurochka!"
And into the izba they rushed, and what a joy it was!

Snyegurochka grew, not by the day, but by the hour.
And with each day, Snyegurochka grew more beautiful.
Grandmother and grandfather wouldn't let her out of their sight.
They doted on her.

Snyegurochka was as white as the snow,
her eyes were like deep blue beads,
her blond hair reached down to her waist.
But Snyegurochka didn't have any color in her cheeks or lips.
Still, she was so beautiful!

Spring came,
the leaves came out on the trees,
the bees flew about the fields,
the skylark sang.
All the boys were as happy as could be,
and the girls sang gay songs of spring.
But Snyegurochka grew sadder and sadder,
She looked out of the window and wept.

Then came bright summer,
the flowers blossomed in the gardens,
the grain ripened in the fields.
Snyegurochka grew more and more sad,
she avoided the sun,
she would stay in the cool shady places,
and best of all, she liked the rain.

Grandmother and Grandfather were very worried,
They kept asking her:
"Are you ill, little daughter?"
"I am fine, Grandmother." she would answer,
but she remained in her corner, feeling sad,
she wouldn't walk on the street.

One day her friends came,
they were going into the forest to gather berries,
raspberries, bilberries, and wild strawberries.
They came and called to Snyegurochka:
"Come with us, do come Snyegurochka!"
Reluctant Snyegurochka was to go into the forest,
reluctant Snyegurochka was to go into the sun,
but Grandmother and Grandfather insisted:
"Go, go, Snyegurochka,"
"go, go, little daughter,"
"you will have fun with your friends."

Snyegurochka took a little basket,
and went into the forest with her friends.
Her friends walked about the forest,
wove garlands of flowers, and sang songs.
But Snyegurochka found a cool stream and sat by it,
she sat looking at it, and dipped her fingers in it,
playing with the droplets.

Evening came.
The girls played even more merrily,
wearing their garlands,
they built a bonfire and began jumping over it.
Reluctant was Snyegurochka,
to play with them at this.
Her friends kept asking her to join them,
so she walked up to the fire.
She stood ther trembling,
her face as white as could be,
her hair fell loose about her.
"Jump, Jump, Snyegurochka!
Cried her friends.

Snyegurochka took a deep breath and jumped!
Over the fire was a hissing sound,
and Snyegurochka....
VANISHED!!
Rising from the fire was a wisp of steam.
It formed a cloud, and rose higher and higher,
into the sky.

Snyegurochka had melted.