Hollyhocks are Summer’s flower all-stars. The flowers are easy to grow.
They grow just about everywhere. They come in a variety of colors. And Hollyhocks make cute little fairy dolls.
The Hollyhock flower fairies are easy to make and will delight any of the young ones playing in the yard. The fairies turn the grandpa or grandma gardener into a powerful wizard, able to create a fantasy world unknown to young minds. The kiddos are amazed and will spend the hot summer day under a shade tree playing “make-believe”. Something almost unheard of with today’s youth.
How to create magic with Hollyhocks.
About a week or two after the birds, and butterflies and bees have enjoyed the pollen of the flower, the petals begin to dry up and close together to form a white “face” with a Marge Simpson hairdo. These will fall off the seed pod that contain many seeds for next year.
You will find the little fairy heads on the ground below the towers of flowers. They are soft and pliable when they first fall, but will dry within days. Pick a flower that will become the dress. Leave a stem (neck) to connect the head.
Connect the neck and the head. and you have your fairy. Make two to three more and you have a ballroom of Fairies.
For more information about Hollyhocks visit Garden Lovers Club:
I learned to make Hollyhock fairies 45+ years ago. My dear mother, always the creative one, introduced me to this little world of Gnomes and fairies. I loved little worlds and spent many days playing with Hot wheels and Matchbox cars in her flower gardens. Movies and books about little people have given me much enjoyment, even today.
All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener’s garters, Shepherd’s purse,
Bachelor’s buttons, Lady’s smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.
Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames—
These must all be fairy names!
Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!
Fair are grown-up people’s trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.
Robert Lewis Stevenson, A Child’s Garden of Verses. (1913)