Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam 11

Magical Town Crickadoon

The Magical Town of Crickadoon, Janet Weight Reed

Friday, September 22, 2017

Today I’m excited (oh, let’s be honest — I’m positively giddy) to collaborate with and feature one of my blogging she-roes.  Please welcome artist Janet Weight Reed.  Her love of color and sense of whimsy equals my own.  Janet’s talent and imagination leaves mine sitting in the dust. There are surely faeries in her magical town of Crickadoon.

Some of her magical hummingbirds have made their way to Thistledown for this episode.  (This post shows a beautiful collection of Janet’s hummingbirds click here.  If you want some of your very own, click here for her Zazzle store.)

Writing Process

Fallow Blackmoon, a faery from the colorless world (or the scary faery-verse), made an entrance that was hard to follow.  My pantser pants were not flying me anywhere — by the seat or otherwise.  Then a hummingbird with fiery orange plumage flew into my imagination, inspiring this spontaneous collaboration with Janet.  I have to thank her right now for being so quick to get images to me, with no planning or notice.

Janet was away on a break when I began this serial, and so didn’t get to name a character.  But that didn’t keep the orange hummer away.  In fact the little bird refused to leave.  So, I made a character name inspired by the artist.

About This Episode

This chapter picks up where Episode 10 left off, with the abrupt departure of Fallow Blackmoon.  I still don’t know where we are flying with this serial, but we are fluttering along with some beautiful images this time.

And now, the eleventh installment of my serial. 


Midsummer Bedlam 11

Ashes and Hummingbirds

Sparks from the bonfire sizzled heavenward.  Red, blue, and purple flames crackled in exotic shapes, thanks to the enchantments cast by my grand-uncle and Field Yewwasp.  The faeries who were gathered around the fire seemed to think the machine that roared out of the bonfire was one of the magical effects.  As I stood in bewilderment at the abrupt disappearance of Fallow Blackmoon, loud applause rose from the audience as they looked up at us in the branches of the primeval evergreen.

“For now, we should probably play along,” Field suggested in a rumbling whisper.

The huge furry faery doffed his green top hat and bowed grandly.  I tried to follow his example and nearly fell headfirst down the stairs.  Field caught my elbow to steady me.

Sparks burst high into the sky, drawing everyone’s attention back to the bonfire.  Shimmering flames in yellow, purple, and blue stretched to wing-like shapes.  I saw a woman hovering just above the ground, her orange wings vibrating with intensity.  She held a small wand made of fire opal and waved her arms, conducting the movement of the flames.  The brightly colored flames coalesced and then surged into a starburst of iridescent hummingbirds.  Only Valley Hummer could create such a spectacle.

Amid the oohs and applause, many faeries were inspired to dance.  I saw Moon Shadow put a flute to her lips.  Her long, flowing purple hair swung as she played, and a lively reel began.  A circle formed and wings of every color fluttered, carrying the dancers into the sky.  Moon’s opalescent wings carried her up amid the dancers where she continued to play.  The hummingbirds flew all around the dancers, darting in and out of their circle, moving in time to the music.


The next day I was given permission to leave my bed — but not go more than a stone’s throw beyond the branches of the huge evergreen.

So why not let me go down to the bonfire the night before?  It wasn’t as if I was any better or worse a few hours later.

With a dejected sigh I walked down to the blackened remains of the party.  In counterpoint to the ashes, echoes of the merrymaking filled my mind.  As I looked at the burned wood, my thoughts flashed on the recent, truly horrific vision.  Thousands of people were destroyed, wiped from existence.  All that remained were their shadows — shadows that were blasted and burned into the rubble of walls.  I stomped on the frightening thought, hastily pushing down.

I felt a tickle at my head.  A hummingbird with iridescent feathers in the orange hues of a sunset hovered beside me.  It picked a strand of my hair.  When it opened its tiny beak to let go of my hair, I heard the voice of Valley Hummer.

“The other magical hummingbirds went home with me.  However this little one thought he should stay with you, at least for a while,” Valley’s voice told me and then went silent, giving the hummingbird’s natural voice back to him.

Fluttering at eye-level, the hummingbird made twittering chirps at me.  His elongated streamer-tail produced a “whirring sound” during his flight as he made series of darting movements around the circle of stones that had been dragged into place by the blue muskoxen.

I sat down on one of the stones and the humming bird flew to a nearby bush of butterfly weed to drink its nectar.  There were several clumps of long, silken blue hair amid the large flat rocks where the revelers sat the night before.

“One of Blossom’s muskoxen was late to his molt,”I commented to the hummingbird, but he continued drinking nectar.

I picked up several clumps of the blue hair, untangled it and began braiding.  I had no purpose in mind for it.  It was just something to do with my hands while my brain worked on a thought that resisted bubbling to the surface.  Finally, I realized what had been bothering me ― Fallow Blackmoon.

When my visions took me to that strange colorless world, no one was able to tell that I had left Thistledown.  However, Fallow Balckmoon was obviously present in her physical form.  That had troubled me.  Abruptly I remembered that when I went to the place where I met Rotten Soulfire, Satellite Frostbite, and Desert Firesong, I had physical presence there.  Or at least it had seemed that way.  Rotten had touched the joint where my wings depended from my back.  I remembered her amazed reaction that my wings were real.

“I’m Fallow Blackmoon.  It’s good to meet another seer,” the snakeskin clad faery had said before she vanished.

It must have worked that way for her as well.  I shook her hand.  She was actually there.  Yet she must have also been, probably in some unconscious state, in her own world.  Half an attempt to work out how that could be possible quickly gave me a headache.

Headache or not, my brain wasn’t ready to let go of the ideas.  I played with the long blue braid as I thought.  Then I remembered something else that was said during that strange moment.  Field Yewwasp said something I barely heard.  I was so distracted by Fallow Blackmoon’s sudden disappearance that I had forgotten how odd Field’s words were.

“She looks familiar,” he murmured so quietly that I barely heard.  “Could it be?”

It seemed like many of the residents of Thistledown had a counterpart in the colorless world.  Did the big furry faery know the double of the seer from that other place?

I rubbed my temples, trying to make the headache go away and the memories flow.  Did she look like anyone I knew?  It was hard to remember her face.  There had been so many distractions, the flames, her strange clothes, and the loudly roaring machine she rode.  Try as I might, I couldn’t remember ever seeing anyone like Fallow.

Field’s words rang in my mind, “Could it be?”


The End

As you saw, this we were revisited by a number of mystery folk from previous episodes.  They would appreciate it if you click over and say hello. 

Please also visit the new ones.  The new mystery folk revealed in this episode were:

I like to have a couple of chapters written in advance.  However, I’m no longer ahead on writing these episodes.  So, I have no clues to offer about the next installment.  Have a wonder-filled weekend.

Hugs on the wing!

Sunday update… I love your comments! But I might be slow to answer today. Somehow I’ve managed to get a stomach virus that has me on a very short leash to the bathroom…


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87 thoughts on “Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam 11

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  4. I have no idea how I missed this lovely continuation of Thistledown. Janet’s paintings are pure inspiration. I would love for her to paint my fairies. The colors… oh, my! Thank you for all your hard work on this tale, Teagan. I love it! ❤

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  5. First I just love Janet’s magical painting, a wonderful share.
    Those Humming birds Just Magical.. Magical.
    I so enjoyed this episode and still the mystery of Fallow Blackmoon continues..
    The paintings of Janets are awesome and loved your naming of the humming bird.. I feel we shall here more from him.

    Now the sun is starting to poke out from the misty morning we have had, so I intend to go get some fresh air and take a walk.

    Love and Hugs your way Teagan, I hope your tummy bug now all forgotten and you are well my friend..

    Enjoy a delightful day. I really appreciate all your visits.. And I only wish I had more time to catch up and read more of your wonderful entries.. I do not know how you manage to write so many posts, hold and job, write books and visit blogs..
    I so admire you and your blog..

    Sending Huge Hugs your way.. Have a continued Blessed week.. Put all thoughts of those ashes and shadows out of your fairy consciousness of the colourless world..
    We have those rainbows, and hummingbirds, Magic and Fairies that tend to our flowers that bring us so much colour into our world..
    May Love and Light forever shine within your heart.. For you share so much of it here with us..

    Blessings Sue xxx ❤

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    • Oh Sue, you can’t imagine how very much you have heartened me with your comment! Your positive energy resonates all the way across the ocean!
      It’s been a very difficult workday…
      Stress has truly taken a toll on my health this year, causing chronic pain. … I only say that to give context to how much your beautiful words mean to me. Huge hugs my friend.

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      • Aww.. So sorry to hear you had a difficult day Teagan.. Stress is a silent serpent , remember that, So do take care of YOU my friend.. Take time for you..
        I feel you are a giver, and it is difficult when you give, and others take it for granted and keep wanting more..
        I was in that position some years ago and my health took a dive, and a breakdown and 6 months off work.. So please pace yourself.
        I so admire your creative talent, your amazing story telling and humour hidden among there too.. The pleasure is all mine when I drop by. and Thistledown has grabbed me by the wings. LOL..
        Much love and relax over the weekend.. Remember, there is only You who can look after YOU.. xxx Much LOVE ❤ Sue xx

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    • Hi Kirt. I’m happy you enjoyed this chapter and Janet’s paintings.
      Yes, thank you so much. I do not mean to discount the victims of the hurricanes in any way, but It was like having my own personal internal hurricane. But it came and went pretty quick.

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  6. Good morning dear Teagan….I am still away and you know I don’t check my computer during these times, but what a wonderful surprise to see how you have woven the hummingbirds into your wonderful story….I am so very flattered that you have featured me on your blog – a blog that I admire so much. Thank you very very much. I am sorry to hear that you are not feeling 100% well, and do hope that by the time you read this…that the hummingbirds have woven their magic and you are feeling much better. Your story is fabulous…and I will now look forward to next episode. Sending hummingbird hugs. Janet xxx

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  7. Teagan, what a truly lovely, imaginative, beautifully-executed post you’ve put up here–a joy to read your lush imagistic story and to see the stunning, brilliant colors of my valued friend Janet Weight Reed.Isn’t she something as an artist, as a woman, as a human being? Aren’t you something?.

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        • Thank you, Andrea. I’m sorry that you know exactly what I mean. 🙂 I’ve only ever been sicker (for stomach) 2 other times in my entire life. Fortunately, it seems to have passed quickly. Although I’m feeling very ill equipped to take on the stress & politics of the DC workweek… At least today is my one day a week to work at home. (Many people get up to 4…) Even though I have to deal with all the workaday stress, at least I can do it in my pajamas! 😀

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  9. First, sorry to be so late to the party – busy days or work and fun. Second first, kudos to Janet – the illustrations are marvelous.

    I enjoyed this episode, Teagan. I think that part I liked the best though was the ending. Somehow, I like the idea that you don’t know where this is going.

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  10. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
    It is Saturday and time for my regular visit to Thistledown.. a world that sits in the centre of Teagan Geneviene’s blog. A world of faeries inhabited by fellow bloggers in their alternate forms and where Bedlam is trying to make sense of the two worlds she is drifting in and out of. What is real and what is a vision. This week some beautiful ethereal images from Janet Weight Reed to add to the mystic and magic. #recommended

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    • Dear Sally, thank you kindly for reblogging with this delightful introduction. I was so excited to get to share Janet’s work. I believe she is on a holiday right now, but I know she will appreciate your sharing too. Hugs on the wing!


  11. Beautiful artwork to accompany a magical story. Janet is so talented. I love the hummingbirds flitting around to Moonshadow’s flute and wouldn’t mind an evening around the bonfire myself. Things are revving up. Have a great weekend. **Hugs**

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    • It’s lovely to see you, Lavinia. I appreciate your visits everywhere this week.
      I was hoping you’d like the flute. I tried to give Moon a guitar or a lyre, but i just couldn’t see her flying and playing a stringed instrument at the same time.
      Have a beautiful autumn. Hugs on the wing!

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      • How did you know I always wanted a flute? Many, many moons ago when I used to run on the back roads of my home town, I passed a farm and heard this beautiful flute music coming from somewhere up on a hill behind the farm. Since then, I have kept the idea in the back of my head, for “someday”. I know a number of people out here who play Native American style flutes, many of them handmade.

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  13. Janet Weight Reed’s paintings are lovely. What an amazing talent. Teagan, your colorless world is a little spooky, but I’d like to be around the bonfire with colorful shimmering flames and the starburst of iridescent hummingbirds. Enjoy your weekend. Hugs. Happy first day of autumn.

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    • Hi Olga. It’s so good to see you. Janet is truly inspiring. So is Lavinia — I’ve used her monthly newsletter as an example of how to do a newsletter well.

      I’m afraid it has been a draining week. So inspiration needs to hurry up and smack me. I’m afraid that if I take a break from the serial, the drain will just get worse. But those blue muskox hairs are a “thread” for me to follow, and I have a vague idea for some crocheting faeries to rescue someone (from whom or what is another matter…). Thank you for taking time to visit. Huge hugs, my friend.

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