A Dreamer and her Flower Fairy Crowns

Ever wonder who makes the beautiful flower crowns the lucky people wear in my special wild flower field photo shoots? Here is my dreamer, on a hot hot hot afternoon, creating flower crowns for some sweet clients.  Each one is hand made by my daughter, she carefully chooses flowers, never taking too many as they really belong to the honey bees and butterflies... These images were all created using a Lensbaby Velvet 56, so dreamy, for my dreamer, on a dreamy afternoon in the beautiful wild flower meadow.

Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one. ~John Lennon

The moonlight fades from flower and rose
And the stars dim one by one; 
The tale is told, the song is sung, 
And the Fairy feast is done. 
The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers, 
And sings to them, soft and low. 
The early birds erelong will wake: 
'T is time for the Elves to go. 

O'er the sleeping earth we silently pass, 
Unseen by mortal eye, 
And send sweet dreams, as we lightly float
Through the quiet moonlit sky;-- 
For the stars' soft eyes alone may see, 
And the flowers alone may know, 
The feasts we hold, the tales we tell; 
So't is time for the Elves to go. 

From bird, and blossom, and bee, 
We learn the lessons they teach; 
And seek, by kindly deeds, to win
A loving friend in each. 
And though unseen on earth we dwell, 
Sweet voices whisper low, 
And gentle hearts most joyously greet
The Elves where'er they go

When next we meet in the Fairy dell, 
May the silver moon's soft light
Shine then on faces gay as now, 
And Elfin hearts as light. 
Now spread each wing, for the eastern sky
With sunlight soon shall glow. 
The morning star shall light us home: 
Farewell! for the Elves must go. ~Louisa May Alcott     

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. ~William Shakespear