Truth is fairies like to be a bit illusive. Oft times I have nearly walked right by Hollia Flower Hands because she-he was hidden in the snowy holly.
Hollie Berry shows up where the doves coo. As Rene Marie sang, "When you're feelin' like a cooing dove, ain't nothin' but love."
Lady Red Skirt may be hiding in the winter poinsettias. boosting their rouge with her own.
Her sister, Prius Fairie, plays at being a hybrid, waving white blossoms around her red skirts. A shade shifter, she may change her colors on a white snowy night.
Autumn leaves provided good hiding spots for Fairy Berry Face. But he burrows in with Momma Bear when the snow falls. When she gets up from a winter's nap for a stretch, Berry Face protects her wee cubs who, about as big as he is, are blind and toothless!
Flower Face is all ablush with embarrassment when spotted by one of us wingless big folk, but what can he expect being so mixed up: spring flower face, summer leafy cloak, autumn colored wings, and winter berries. He blends into no season at all.
Spruce Berry is an angel. Really! If you are very quiet you can hear their singing chorus. Hark!
This wee chubby Snow Elf waves from the cross sticks.
All the way, way to the south, Madame Sunnia Floress enjoys a summery holiday among the palms and the bananas!
Look real close, out doors and in. Listen with your heart, and I promise you will see a fairy this holiday season! Namaste, Wyncia