Háilí

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Háilí, Holly in Irish, rides her snow white hare through the forest, surveying the winter world.

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Red and green have always been mystical colours since ancient times. These colours were symbols for the human race long before written language. Red and green were the colours of the warrior Celts who stamped across Europe into battle naked, while at home their Druidic priests plied their sacred image in prayer. In the end, colours are like names; they are carried in the mind. Their visual simplicity allows them to be retained deep in memory. The colours red and green ride the tides of civilization with instant recall…Holly is that mystical plant of green and red. In times past the deep colour represented the green of the ancient virgin forests and all of the secret powers that they held. These were considered to be holy places and for many still are. Holly achieves its forest green colour by a trick of optics. The upper layer of the leaves has a waxy film that amplifies the color and gives it an optimal depth. For the Druids the berry colour is exactly that of fresh blood. —Diana Beresford Kroeger

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Eirwen

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I came upon this tiny moth maiden and her phantasmal companion while wandering through a densely forested city path. The tangled branches overhead blocked out the daylight almost entirely. They were perched on the side of a small stone bridge, eerily luminous amidst that dark mossy world.

Guinevere's Garden

If you weave your way through the spiny blackberry paths behind the Old Creamery, past the mossy maple and across the old

wooden bridge, you’ll come to a little gate, half hidden behind blackberry vines, dripping with the last lush fruit of the season.

Stinging nettles abound here too, lovingly tended by Genny and Juniper.

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This is Guinevere’s garden. If you’re lucky, she’ll

have left the gate slightly ajar, just enough for

you to sneak through. Half hidden under the

weeping willow canopy are lush bushes of wild

mint, with its fragrant purple blossoms; prickly

thistles; horsetail; and walls of blackberries.

Guinevere is very shy, but if you sit quietly, book in lap amongst the flowers, she may sneak out from beneath the blackberries with

Einion her faithful hare. She’ll tell you the faerie names for every plant and flower in her garden, and perhaps send you home with a

little bundle of blossoms and a recipe for tea.

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But make sure that when you go, to close the gate behind you.

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Guinevere and Einion are one of a kind art dolls. They are in the shop.