Red Paintbrush

Clearly Ivy Lion has been very busy in the glen lately. Check out this magnificent flower that I spotted nestled in the bush.

It’s called a Red Paintbrush. In Afrikaans – a Poeierkwas (Scadoxus puniceus) and according to Leafy Lou aka Louise (yes – there really is such a person who is a bit like the custodian of the glen) this lovely plant is sadly declining due to habitat destruction and harvesting.

It’s sad to think that some people actually steal plants out of the Faerie Glen Nature Reserve.

Gogo Gaia (the Imaginaeries’ leader of the glen) is going to have to be more watchful in future and think up a suitable punishing spell to cast on those humans who do such a wicked thing!

If you live in Pretoria – do yourself a favor, take a hike in this gorgeous nature reserve and check out all the flowers and wildlife – not only are there Magical Stripey Beasties but there’s a variety of other bokkies and little creatures. It’s a fabulous venue for bird-watchers too.

For those who live elsewhere in the world – we’d love to hear about your local nature reserve or any place where you get out and sniff the fresh air. Pictures and guest blogs are very welcome.

It takes just a little Imagination!

My younger daughter, Igz and myself have written a book… called “The Imaginaeries of Faerie Glen”.

I did the writing but she gave me all sorts of weird and whimsical ideas.

Igz ihas done the illustrating. (This was quite a process.  The concept kept changing slightly but the idea remained the same.)

Actually… we want you to imagine your own characters.

How it started…

My lovely husband and I often go for hikes over the weekend in Faerie Glen Nature Reserve (Pretoria East). It’s beyond lovely there. We think of it as our sanity time in the midst of all the hustle and bustle of daily life.

The veld changes from season to season, but magic is always around. Sometimes you just have to look a little harder.

The idea for a faerie tale first came about when I saw kids (of all ages) mooching around the Glen, trailing after their parents, looking a tad disgruntled. I wondered if they would have rather been at home with their play stations or something instead of being out sniffing the fresh air?  (Of course there are plenty of kids who also frolic and gambol around and are perfectly happy to be there.)

I started imagining all sorts of little faerie-like creatures lurking in the flowers, bushes and trees and began writing stories in my head. Then realised that the Imaginaeries that Igz had been drawing for years would be just perfect. Many of her Imaginaeries already had a back-story and the book simply grew from there.

Also started driving my lovely husband bonkers by stopping every few steps to take photos – from all sorts of crazy angles – because it looked like a great place for a… something… (not giving away any of the story line yet).

Often I’d sheepishly have to pretend to be tying my shoelace or something – to stop from feeling like a real wally when another Faerie Glenner strolled passed us.


It’s actually quite a cutie story, but don’t take my word for it – see what other people think about the book.