Winnie Fey
The mornings are still cool here in the Baggaraggs. Albert and I are up early and take the path behind the house to wander down the way. The birds are so busy, flittering about in the early light of...
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The butterflies are very busy this spring. I have not weeded my front garden yet and the Bidens attract the Zebra Longwings.I think I may leave them, even though most folks consider them to be weeds.I...
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Some folks have asked me at times"Why do you coffee dye your dolls?And why do you bake them?There are a lot of methods for aging primitive creations.You can find recipes for making your dolls look...
View ArticleThe painted lady Butterfly Fey.
I had to call my daughter this morning.She's in Seattle.My story maker had taken a break, I'd like to think not a break down, but none the less,was in a deep sleep.I woke her up, it seems that my story...
View ArticleThe Seaside Angel
It is some years ago now, a summer of grief.I swam daily in the gulf, my tears over the loss of a deep love, mingling with the waves.I know I was swimming out too far, way over my head.I could not...
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It is a time of summer storms. Rain and greening. The grass grow faster then I can mow it. The lichen and mosses and tiny bits of verdant green cover everything, mossy fingers that reach out in...
View ArticleSummer Letter
Dear Friends of the Baggaraggs.The summer rains have come, and the cycle of thunderstorms have arrived. I'd like to say that's about it, dust my hands together in a gesture of "DONE!" but really that...
View ArticleTrudy Fey
"When did this all get to be so very, terribly serious?" asks Trudy, wielding a rusted Bottle cap flower wand. She eyes me with concern, her mouth dancing sideways."You have misplaced your SILLY," she...
View ArticleGood News!!!!!
You know when folks say "No news is GOOD News?" Well that has never been particularly true for me.I have been away from my blog this summer...quite a lot.There are times when life has more troubles...
View ArticleThe LaSt LeaF fALLS
The Last Leaf falls,and the Makers begin their weaving of the Moss Thread.The looms of the Oak branches, bent with the weight, woven with Moss, spider webs, and Moonlight, yield a fabric of...
View ArticleKeep it Simple
The Spirit of Christmas is a slippery thing.I sometimes look for it in the shopping and baking and wrappingbut it is not there. I listen for it in the tolling of the Church bells, announcing the...
View ArticleThe fairie File #7
It is the Evergreen season and many creatures and trees are sleeping.Not the Fey.They are industriously making their somethings out of nothings, a Fey Principle if their ever was one.This Fairie File...
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So its been a long time since my last post.We have had many things happen in the Land of the Baggaraggs. My son and his girl moved home and we have had a new grandchild, a sweet little baby girl;...
View ArticleThe Path to Blairsville
I recently traveled to Blairsville, Georgia to participate in the Sorghum festival. I have been wanting to do some shows outside and thought I would combine my longing to see my daughter Friedel, who...
View ArticleThe Petal Dreams
Some long time ago,and she cannot say exactly when,she accepted the end of the summer garden.She does not believe that she will have the scent of lobelia again,or tangle...
View ArticleMy Christmas Story
This Lovely elf reminds me so much of my cousin Claude that I named him Claude. My cousin does not have a beard or a pink tree, nor is he an elf.There is something about his eyes though...
View ArticleThe Snowflake fey
The Snowflake Fey has a story to tell you.Once upon a time she met another Fey...
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Its been a couple of years since I have blogged. I have been on Facebook and have ignored this space where I once spent so much time. I find that it is calling me back though, so here I am....
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It has not been a quiet week in the Baggaraggs.There has been a bout of bronchitis that seems happy to have made its home in the airways of the inhabitants,The rain has persisted daily,Providing the...
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SoI have started to work again. It feels good to return to the Land living in my head....
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This is Rupert, a seahorse mounted on a drawer pull. He is made out of muslin that has become quite stiff with paint, so he can maintain his shape while he is balanced on his tail. He can be found...
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I'd like to think that things are coming along swimmingly. I haven't talked or blogged about my last year as it has been a horror story, well not really horror...but damn difficult. I think its best to...
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So,I am starting something new.Years ago I had my astrological star chart done, and not many things stuck with me...but one of the things that I do remember was the guy telling me with great intensity...
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This is Petal.She looks mad because she is.Anger has a place in our lives and she is here to remind us that sometimes we aren't pretty. Petal is made of muslin and batik fabric in orange, like a carrot...
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