The Will-O-The-Wisp...

A Victorian Street Fairy...

Oh, yes, --- it WILL!!!... ;)

The Nucklelavee...

How To Make Rosewater...

The Worst & Most Evil Of The Fay...

I never heard of these, but you get the idea!!!... >>> Same here!!!... >>>

Faerie Flowers...

Foxglove is the special property of the faeries!!!... NEVER PICK IT!!!...

SHE SHOULDN'T DO THAT!!!!!!!... >>> Other faerie flowers are: lavender, woodland violets, bluebells, rosemary, roses, liy-of-the-valley, coralbells, heather, snowdrops, lilacs, hyacinths and primroses.

Fand...

The Bloody Faerie...

The Empress Of The Unseeelie Court Speaks:

(I think you KNOW who she IS!!!) LOL. >>>

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE UNSEELIE COURT IS???...>>> Very few humans do... The Unseelie Court is, quite frankly, the Bad Faeries. [The word "Unseelie" is Scottish. We are also called "the Slaugh", - or "the Host".] are many, many, many, many in number, - multitudes and multitudes, actually. Naturally, we have been around for eons & eons & eons, - far, far, far longer than the crass and infantile human race. Some say we are pagan gods; some say we are evil restless spirits that are manifestations of the 4 elements: air, water, fire and earth; some believe we are fallen angels; some believe we are even extra terrestrials; some say we are the kingdom of the dead!... [Fancy that!] No matter, what people think: We aren't ever, ever telling what we REALLY are! Humans say that we fly, mostly at night, some say as the dreaded "Wild Hunt", skimming the surface of their earth, hoping to snatch up unsuspecting mortal creatures, - mankind and animal, ~ both! [Ugh, do they really think we'd like to steal a dog, or a cow, - how coarse and unsophisticated!... Whatever would we want with a raw dog or a raw cow???... And, why bother to cook them???... Gag, ~ cow nose or dog rump, or even a steak or stew!!!... Now, - perhaps, we'd take an emerald, - ha-ha!, ~ if it's big and brilliant enough!] Let me name a few of my wonderful subjects, for I know them all, being their illustrious Queen: boggles, scags, breaknecks, kelpies, redcaps, druggars, goblins, hags, fetches, fire-drakes, knockers, burnt-tails, raw-head-and-bloody-bones', spunks, boggarts, imps, men-in-the-oaks, bonelesses, incubusses, buttery spirits, sucubusses, hob-headlesses, buggaboos, spectres, wraithes, gringes, dopple-gangers, yeth-hounds, water leapers, vila, tritons, vodyanoi, gargoyles, fox spirits, pixies, salmanders, winged panthers, changelings, bull-beggars, spriggans, death-hearses, bolls, sirens, black dogs, giants, satyrs, leshys, pookas, noggles, krakens, manticores, madcaps, fiends, fates, swarths, bygorns, gringylows, bunyips, lamia, tengu, harpies, nixies, trolls, hobthrusts, shocks, salamanders, dragons [These are my special favorites, --- dragons of all the four elements --- air, fire, water and earth], and, so forth, and so on, - etc., etc., etc. ... Of course, - I can hardly forget adding the Will-o-the-wisp or the Ignis Fatuus, which is a flickering light moving slowly over the moors and other lonely places, or the Ganconer, the Faerie Love-talker, an extremely charismatic male fey who charms human women so thoroughly that once they have been with him they will accept no other male. When he leaves them they pine away, into their cute little graves. I also add the Chimera who has the has heads of a goat, a lion and a dragon, and the Irish Phouka who can be half human-half horse and who is tricky to the point of genius, and I must also add Jenny Greenteeth to this list, she who waits at the edge of slimy ponds to drag unsuspecting people into the water and down to the depths and her friend Peg Powler, - both of them river hags, and the Nucklelavee, an immense black and tar-like, slimey, skinless, muscular Scottish horror with bulging veins, half deformed man and half monstrous horse who lurks in brackish or salty waters. >>> A few of the Unseelie...

Yes, yes, - my subjects are varied and most unusual. Some of them are, indeed, quite hideous. [I've become used to the sight of them; they are faithful!] Some are deceptively very lovely, so lovely. But, - HAAAAAAAAAA, - they are all, ALL OF THEM, mine, --- THE EVIL DARLINGS!!!"

Jenny Greenteeth...

Uses Of Mugwort...

Possom-boy...

10 Top Books On Nature Spirits...

The Seelie & The Unseelie Court...

The Cottingley Fairies...

The Very Old Celtic Tale: Janet & Tam Lin...

This is a mild version of the tale. In one version the faerei queen was said to have jumped from her horse to confront Janet. She said, seething with rage, "If I had known this would happen, I would have plucked out his fair blue eyes!"

The Top Most Evil Witches In The Fairy Tale World...

Fly Agaric...

Faerie Roses & Old World Roses....

What I call Faerie Roses others might call wild white roses. Most people know what they are. They are often a farmer's nightmare, with their stubborness in growing everwhwere! They bloom once a year in summer. They smell beautiful. I had white faerie roses growing 50 feet upinto my Russian mulberry tree. Old World Roses also bloom only once year. Their petals are used to make attar of roses, a very, very old rose oil.

Brian Froud...

A DIY Fairy Village!!!...

How To Grow Catmint...

How To Make Beeswax Candles...

How to Make Lemon Grass Tea...

What Do Bats Smell Like???!!!... ;)

What do bats smell like? According to the peeps of batworld all diffrent batspecies smell diffrent from eachother. Most fruitbats smell like musty warm jam, Jamaican fruitbats smell like perfumed soap and free-tailed bats smell like corn tortillas. Some bats smell like licorice, roadtar, pee, skunks and even a weird burnt orange smell. According to Rose Quartz, the adult male flying foxes have a strong musky scent particulary in breeding season. She can often tell the gender of a flying fox just by scent, because she never really noticed much of a smell for females. The babies smell quite sweet, something that is supported by Barb Brindley who says that when you have a little orphan baby you just can't stop kissing them and smell their beautiful baby-smell. She also admit that people who don't like flying foxes say 'they pong high heaven'. Thanks to batworld, Barb Brindley and Rose Quartz. please share for the batties! --- From "Bat World Sanctuary".

Witch Hazel...

Benefits Of Witch Hazel Plant... Witch hazel is a plant with multiple benefits. It can be used in different forms in order to cure a number of disorders and problems. The extracts of this plant is of deep red color. The multiple benefits of which hazel include the following : Which hazel has a beneficial effect on the blood and blood circulation system of the body. It has a special good effect on the veins. Through good blood circulation, all the organs get a regular supply of oxygen rich blood and remain in good functioning order. Also, this helps prevent complications like heart attack and stroke. Witch Hazel is helpful in treating injuries when applied locally. This plant is very effective in curing burnt areas, painful and accidental injuries. Another good use to which witch hazel can be put to is in the shape of poultices. These work well on external injuries like burns, damaged skin or many other skin conditions. Which hazel is used to improve blood circulation. One should boil the leaves along with roots and stem of the witch hazel. In case all this is not possible, which hazel in powdered form, which is available in the market should be boiled. This boiled paste should be tied in a white cloth. It is very important to keep the cloth wet. When tied this will help improve blood circulation. Effective on bad oral conditions. Extracts of which hazel work well and help cure scurvy and bleeding gums. You may apply the extracts of which hazel on the affected area with a cotton bud. Witch hazel has multiple benefits for the spinal nerves. This plant acts differently on six body centers as follows: 1. Healing effect on our Venous system. It helps reduce swelling and heals up varicosis and hemorrhage from the veins. 2. Female genitals – Helps remove ovarian obstruction and also cures a number of diseases of ovaries. 3. Male genitals – Helps reduce swelling of the penis. 4. Alimentary canal- The plant helps remove internal bleeding from the digestive organs like stomach and bowels. 5. Cure the tumors of the lungs effectively. 6. Rheumatism- This plant has multiple medicinal benefits. It helps heal the joints and also helps relieve pain from various joints. The extracts of Witch Hazel have to be applied locally in order to cure Rheumatism. One cannot stress enough on the benefits one can derive from the correct use of Witch Hazel. One can consume the extracts of the plant or apply the same locally in order to cure a number of diseases and disorders.

Please, please don't use glue traps!!!!!!!....

We All Together Save The Animals 16h · "Every day I roam in search of food, just trying to survive. But today, this cruel trap has caught me. The sticky glue hurts so much, I can't move. I'm suffocating, feeling trapped and hopeless. My little heart is racing in fear, and all I want is to be free, to find a safe place to rest. This pain is unbearable, but what hurts the most is that all I wanted was something to eat, a way to survive. Please, I beg you, understand that this is not how we should treat the creatures around us. This glue trap is not just a simple device; it causes immense suffering, and it doesn't deserve to exist. I am just like any other living being, hoping for a chance at life. So, I ask you, from the bottom of my heart, please say no to glue traps. Help us live without fear, pain, and suffering. Let compassion guide our actions, and together, we can make the world a kinder place for all."

From "The World Of James Brown"...

Please have a heart... Please don't hurt possums!!!... Please read. Thank you.

The Animal Maximalist Yesterday at 12:26 PM · I am the shadow you see crossing your yard at night, the hunched figure rifling through your trash can, the wide-eyed creature you call ugly, filthy, or even rabid. I am the possum. And though you may not know it, I do more for you than you could ever imagine. I am not fierce. My teeth may look sharp, but they are for crunching beetles, ticks, and the scraps you leave behind. I am shy, gentle, and easily frightened. When danger comes, I do not fight. I fall limp, my body still, my breath shallow. “Playing possum,” you call it. But it is no game. It is the way I survive, a desperate act that often makes people laugh or strike me anyway. I am your unseen ally. Each season I eat thousands upon thousands of ticks — the very parasites that carry Lyme disease, the sickness that threatens your children, your pets, your hikers in the woods. I clean your gardens of slugs and snails, I clear away rotting fruit, I consume dead animals that might otherwise spread disease. Without me, the balance tips, and your world becomes just a little harsher, a little more dangerous. Yet still, I am misunderstood. You mistake me for a rat, though I am not. I am America’s only marsupial, carrying my babies in a pouch like a kangaroo. They cling to my back as I walk the fence line at dusk, their tiny faces peeking over my fur. I am a mother, often burdened with more than a dozen mouths to feed. And still, I keep working — quietly, humbly, invisibly. But often, I die for no reason at all. Your cars strike me on dark roads, and few stop to help. Your dogs chase me, your traps catch me, your hands raise sticks against me. You see me in your yard and think I am a threat, when all I want is to pass through and move on. Many of my kind die in fear, our young left clinging to lifeless bodies, never given a chance. I do not blame you entirely. Fear is powerful. My face, with its pointed snout and unblinking eyes, unnerves you. My slow shuffle makes me seem sickly. You see only the surface and not the service. You see a scavenger, not a caretaker. You see a pest, not a protector. Do you know what happens when you let me be? Fewer ticks on your pets. Fewer rotting carcasses on the roadside. Cleaner gardens and healthier ecosystems. I ask for so little — a patch of dark to move in, a safe passage under your porch, the chance to raise my young in peace. And so, I plead with you: look at me differently. See not a rat, but a marsupial mother. See not a pest, but a partner. See not an intruder, but a night worker who cleans what you cannot see. When you catch me in your yard, remember that I am carrying out a mission that benefits you more than it benefits me. Leave me to my work, and I will leave you in peace. Protect the wild corners of your neighborhoods. Teach your children that possums are not monsters but quiet helpers. For every small kindness you show me, I return it in ways you may never notice — but would surely miss if I were gone. I am the possum. I am mocked, yet essential. I am feared, yet I mean no harm. I am dying in numbers too great to ignore, and I am asking you, from the quiet of the night: let me live, so that you may live better too.>> The Animal Maximalist