A New Gnome in the Garden.

There is a new gnome in the garden. She is of the Toadstool Clan. She lives in her very own, wonderfully cozy, toadstool!

She has on her gnome hat, knitted lovingly by Grandmother Gnome to keep her warm and toasty.

And she platted her hair into two neat braids so that it doesn’t get into the way of her spring planting.

And a poem to go with her;

The Dell
Down past my garden, underneath the trees,
There is a place of magic that no-one ever sees,
A little grassy clearing, plain at ones first sight;
But if you take the time to see, you shall find delight.
If you come to see this place, take heed: youv’e found the Dell,
The little patch of beauty where the world’s magics dwell.
The green, green grass spreads everywhere, dancing with the breeze,
Countless, tiny brooks run wild, laughing at their ease;
Flowers garnish everything, a flame of rainbow hues,
Circle brilliant, tiny pools, a shining range of blues.
One night the grass will kiss the sky when sun and moon are one,
And out will come the fairies, shaded from the sun;
The elves will come from underground to see the night move past,
The wood sprites will come one by one, awake, alive at last;
The pixies of the crystal wings will come out from the flowers,
And the Dell will come alive in the nights secret hours.
The fairies and the wood sprites, the elves and pixies too,
Will see the world at darkness where all the still things move,
Where moonlight deepens elfin souls and touches elfin hearts,
The fairies will know this moonstruck night has lived for them at last.
But by-and-by the lazy sun will waken from its sleep;
From across the world the sunlight rays shall peep;
The fairies flee back to the garden, and fade amongst the trees
The elves will dive back underground, digging up the weeds;
The sprites will fly back to the woods to be never seen again,
And the pixies climb back to the flowers, their one night at an end.
And dawn will break like any day, waking up the world,
The sky will flush a dusky pink and a creamy white of pearl,
And the Dell will be as normal, dancing with the breeze,
That secret place of magic underneath the trees,
But never again shall the fairies come when the moonlight falls,
Because its only once in a lifetime that fairy magic calls.
SusieA
Happy Friday!

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12 Responses

  1. “I don’t know how she does such good felting!” This is what my oldest had to say about the lovely little gnome in the mushroom home! They (and me) are so in love with your creations! Thanks also for taking the time to post the lovely and magical poem.

  2. I was just re-reading your comment about my babe’s b-day and my photos of her – so sweet! Tu so much for the very encouraging words!! I hope your babe’s birthday goes really well!!! I would love to see pics…

  3. I thought I had subscribed to your weblog, but for some reason it disappeared from my reader and I’ve only just recalled you by following a link at Renaissance Mama. I love this little gnome, she’s utterly delightful.

  4. Oh my!! i’m now hopelessly addicted to your blog. Thank you for finding me :) i am new to needle felting, and am bubbling over with inspiration right now…

    i added your etsy shop as a favorite. So many thing i must have…ah…maybe one day. :)

    Beautiful, beautiful things!

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