The Original Flower Fairies Books
Below are the eight original Flower Fairies books and the dates they were published by Cicely Mary Barker’s original publisher, Blackie.
Flower Fairies of the Spring (1923) ISBN 978-0-7232-4826-2
Flower Fairies of the Summer (1925) ISBN 978-0-7232-4827-9
Flower Fairies of the Autumn (1926) ISBN 978-0-7232-4828-6
A Flower Fairy Alphabet (1934) ISBN 978-0-7232-4832-3
Flower Fairies of the Trees (1940) ISBN 978-0-7232-4833-0
Flower Fairies of the Garden (1944) ISBN 978-0-7232-4831-6
Flower Fairies of the Wayside (1948) ISBN 978-0-7232-4830-9
Flower Fairies of the Winter (1985) ISBN 978-0-7232-4829-3
Though first published in the first half of the century, Cicely Mary Barker’s original eight volumes were re-launched in 2002 with slightly contemporary jackets, while maintaining their classic artwork.
In addition, Frederick Warne & Co has also published the following compilations of Cicely Mary Barker’s Flower Fairy artwork and poetry.
The Complete Book of the Flower Fairies (1996) ISBN 978-0-7232-4839-2
Flower Fairies: The Meaning of Flowers (1996) ISBN 978-0-7232-4291-8
A Treasury of the Flower Fairies (1997) ISBN 978-0-7232-4887-3
Cicely Mary Barker and Her Art (1995) ISBN 978-0-7232-4051-8
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