Miscellaneous 2019-2020
My dear,
Are you captivated by cute little things? Me yes. This is my last gift this year, i.e. a set of lovely Christmas cups, decorated with paintings of angels. So may the angels surround us with their protective wings in the coming year.
What's the best way to learn languages? Reading interesting books :) Felix's Lost Shadow - ebook in Polish, Italian and English :)
My dear,
I am still writing Christmas, because the fairy-tale time is still going on. Enjoy it and let the colorful lights and the smell of pine needles wake up the child in you, a bit of which we carry at the bottom of our hearts all our lives.
My dear,
My neighbor once went to Sweden, made famous by the novel Bullerbyn, where she took up painting Christmas baubles. Isn't it a lovely job for the painterly talented?
Please look at the hand-painted bauble in the photo.
My dear,
Are you getting ready for Christmas already? Probably yes. Every time I open the boxes with baubles and Christmas decorations, I am overcome with emotion. I also take out the fairy balls that have been waiting in the display case for these few days all year. Today I wish you joyful laughter of a carefree child who lives in each of us and wakes up in such days...
My dear,
Mushrooms have appeared on our lawn again, bringing back memories of autumn, warm days. Lovely family, isn't it?
My Dear,
Christmas is just around the corner... Therefore, the final work on preparing my Christmas e-book for your children is underway.
Please take a look at how an electronic, beautifully illustrated booklet is being created. Soon I will invite you to watch the pictures and read, of course.
My Dear,
I have already mentioned my love for cacti and all the like, inherited from Grandma. Charming that even in December time buds appeared on my flower.
My Dear,
Soon I would like to invite you and your children to evening meetings entitled Veronica's Lunar Tales, during which I will read my fairy tales. Now, please look at the grandma and grandpa puppets that will accompany me. I invite your little ones to give them names. Please write your suggestions to the e-mail address provided at www.weronikamadryasbooks.com
I encourage you to have fun together!
My dear,
Soon my latest, very festive and December fairy tale about Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy will be released. I encourage you to buy and read!
My dear,
And so, at the beginning of winter, I longed for summer... As evidence of a sudden surge of melancholy, I attach a photo with bougainvillea. Magnificent and lush, they flaunt their beauty and make even the most inconspicuous walls, walls and balconies delightful.
Have they bewitched you too?
My dear,
Ania and I have an annual tradition of baking gingerbread. Every year we enrich the collection of molds, starting from stars, flowers, hearts, Christmas trees, moons, to bears, ducklings and butterflies.
It's a very pleasant, if labor-intensive, December afternoon.
My dear,
Yesterday morning I saw a world bathed in white snow. The garden looked fairy-tale, magical. In such moments, admit it, even in an adult, a child wakes up.
My dear,
The wonderful full moon kept me awake last night, staring at me through the window as if to say:
Just look how beautiful and silver I am!
I wrote once:
It's time for fairy tales.
The moon rose shines,
silver glitter carries dreams
and dreams to come true someday there...
A lot of magic around us when it's time to sleep.
So it remains for me to wish you sweet dreams this winter.
My dear,
The childhood of our children is largely spent in front of the monitor. Nevertheless, I encourage you to buy e-books, because reading will always be a valuable activity. Please look at how deeply Ania, as my personal and very critical reviewer, follows the fate of the heroes of her mother's fairy tales.
Dear friends,
Everyone knows that with the arrival of December, children look for Santa Claus. It is worth making sure that there are no books in the gift packages.
And although I have included traditional collections of fairy tales in the photo, in times of distance learning I also suggest ebooks. And of course, I encourage you to read my fairy tales published as ebooks.
My Dear,
Have you noticed that after night frosts the world is fabulously frosted? The silvery crowns of trees in the morning look wonderful. Well, it's time for winter balls from my collection. Now they will make themselves comfortable in different corners of the house.
Soon the most fabulous month of the year will come... Because December, full of amazing things, is approaching fast. You have to be well prepared for it, as Ania says.
My dear,
We are slowly entering winter and autumn walks are coming to an end. I envy my fairy-tale little ones their magical powers, making them able to overcome all adversities. How useful such strength would be in times of plague...
Dear friends,
Have you ever wondered where insects hibernate? Well, a bee and ladybirds perched on Ania's cactus. Do you like them?
My dear,
Last night frost silvered the world... Could it be a harbinger of the coming winter? So we went with Ania to Fairy Green Gables to say goodbye to autumn. And there we were greeted by frosty gusts and a thin layer of ice on the puddles. In the photo, there is a charming faucet, right next to the door to Ania's grandparents' house.
My Dear,
I like to create fairy-tale alleys in different places in the house. The one in the photo is a kitchen alley. An elf rocking in a bauble and a toadstool shaped gingerbread. It doesn't take much to smile :)
My dear,
And modest daisies still smile at us... Oblivious to the cold, they expose golden, like little suns, centers surrounded by white petals.
Perhaps from time to time they will be visited by a ladybug or a flower beetle, one of those that are not in a hurry to hide themselves before winter.
My dear,
A rain of golden leaves fell on our lawn. I especially like birches. Subtle and beautiful, they have a distinguished charm. We'll be among the trees. Their lush crowns are perfect for lotin cocoons.
My dear,
Again, we went with Ania to Fairytale Green Gables. The late autumn landscape fills with melancholy. And although the air smells of rain and leaves, and the sun is hidden by a layer of clouds, as Ania says, the beauty of Fairy Green Hill remains unchanged.
My Dear,
It has long been believed that owls are characterized by this peculiar, owlish wisdom, arousing the universal respect of the forest community. In one of my unpublished fairy tales about the journey of the forest elf Felix, a wise owl gives important advice to a curious little boy. And although some people doubt the uniqueness of owls, I trust in the uniqueness of these amazing birds.
My dear,
Well, Ania and I discovered cute dolls - pendants. The one in the photo is deceptively similar to my fairy-tale lotinka.
Ania turned out to be so generous that she gave me a subtle being to guard the entrance to my bookcase.
Isn't she adorable?
My dear,
Please look at the twig with heavenly apples. I'm thinking that in autumn forest gnomes in their pantries gather jars with heavenly compotes.
Dear friends,
Today, Ania and I went to visit our grandparents on the Fairytale Green Hill to admire autumn to the fullest. The mountain and the orchard, bathed in November colors of leaves, delight with their golden majesty. Although delicate fogs hover over the fields, Ania spotted a herd of deer. It's good to enjoy the beauty around you from time to time.
Dear friends,
When I look at the still blooming, despite the cold and the piercing wind, flowers on the balcony, I think about mischievous flowers. Ba, buds on the stems are probably also the work of their pranks.
What can I say? Well, I love flower girls for that bit of spring in November.
My Dear,
I like watching birds take flight. Perhaps a city elf was traveling on the back of one of them? Well, you never know with sprites.
Don't you think that the autumn landscape with seagulls against the background of trees with golden hair is melancholy and touching?
Weronika Madryas
Wroclaw, October 22, 2019
My little one
I left so little time
for touch and conversation,
for a walk in the rain
and wading through the leaves
in the autumn twilight of rustling…
I left so little time
what is important and worthy of attention…
Trapped in prose and routine
daily rituals
of monotony woven…
... and days so similar to each other
more than tears, dewdrops or snowflakes...
And suddenly you, my little one
wonderfully curious about the world,
joyful and cheerful
like a spring lark,
what chirp wakes the day...
My dear,
It is widely known that wood elves are great gourmands. It is also known that sweets bring comfort on rainy days. Therefore, let's eat, like immortal little ones, cookies, gingerbread and biscuits.
Knock Knock…
You invaded my life
to make sense...
plum…
You came in with a thud
like a plum in the proverbial compote…
Do you know My Little One?
I like to feel your warm fingers in my hand,
when I'm in a hurry...
And I like to drown in the cornflower blue gaze
full of questions: where to? for what?
And I like your laugh
when the wind lifts a feather frivolous…
Oh, the prose of life
a trifle with you!
My little…
My Dear,
On long, autumn evenings, forest gnomes, talented storytellers, invite guests to their hollows and tell various stories in the warmth of the fireplace.
Me and Ania savor the mild scent and glow of a candle in a pumpkin pot. And the flame on the wooden wick crackles pleasantly...
My dear,
Don't you think that round, golden pumpkins with nice shapes brighten up gloomy autumn days? Ania likes to decorate the house according to the seasons. Thanks to this, I can invite you today to a magical alley. I even found a figurine of a witch, not too dangerous. In fact, quite different from my Witch from beyond the seven mountains and seas, who will play an important role in the fourth part of the Stone of Power, entitled Wolf King. This is the novel I'm currently working on.
My Dear,
The October sun pampered the apples in the orchard on Fairy Green Gables. And now wonderfully red ones cheer the autumn garden like purple poppies a spring meadow. And Ania, in a pompom beret, collects fruit rolling on the grass and laughs joyfully like a child.
My dear,
Please look at the charming house, the work of Ania. Grandparents helped a little. And that's how the house was created, perfect for the beloved Pies. A warm and cozy corner for the city gnome will probably also be found.
My dear,
In the autumn garden appeared overgrown with ivy, mysterious shoes. They probably once belonged to an overgrown forest elf, who one day decided to play a prank and planted plants in them. He himself has become smaller and wears traditional, tiny gaiters.
My dear,
Fairytale Green Gables apples are quite inconspicuous, as you can see in the photo. And although they do not lack spots and freckles of various colors, their taste is delicious and the flesh is juicy. A little sweet, a bit sour, they are expressive like their raspberry skin. Every day, Ania and I munch on an apple, but before that we peel it with a knife in such a way that the peel turns into a long, single tube.
My Dear,
I will quote you a fragment of my fairy tale "About a flower and a raven", because it refers perfectly to photography. Well, a purple, fragrant flower with broad green leaves and a slender stem grew on the slope of a escarpment scorched by the sun's heat. This flower never folded its petals. Even when it rained heavily or gusty winds blew, the flower did not stop blooming.
My rose turned out to be just as steadfast. Even beheaded, she has been proud of her beauty for days...
My dear,
Autumn flowers create delightful, pastel color compositions. Sometimes golden petals of chrysanthemums enliven a nostalgic landscape. At other times, proud roses flaunt purple or lure with soft pink, reminiscent of the past summer.
When I look at the garden like this, I regret that the flowers have already hidden in their winter hiding places, because they would be the best to see the beauty of October flowers...
My Dear,
When I imagine lotinki, I see airy creatures, bright with shimmering wings and beautiful shoes on tiny feet. Pale pink ballerinas with ribbons, enclosed in a glass ball, perfectly reflect my idea of a lotion slippers. Do you like them?
My dear,
Autumn smells and tastes like apples. The view of ripe fruit on the trees in the orchard is beautiful. It is enough to shake the branch slightly to make a ruddy rain fall. I like to watch, while sipping tea on the terrace, how Ania chases fruit rolling on the grass. On the Fairytale Green Hill, every season is captivating.
My dear,
Autumn rain rings on the windowsill, round drops sink into puddles. Drip, Drip... I once wrote about a raindrop that went on a long, adventurous journey and learned a lot about friendship.
Meanwhile, I am sending you a photo of heathers from the garden. Don't you think there's something romantic about the moors?
My dear,
I am overcome by a strange longing for something distant, unknown, and so real when I look at images like the one in the photo. It would be an extraordinary experience if I could try to write just once, as the old masters of the pen did. And I think to myself that I have candles and an inkwell, and I can get a quill pen... Why not try it and feel like a writer from a bygone era for one evening?
My dear,
The modest charm of daisies is appreciated by lotinki and florets. And I appreciate their perseverance, because on gloomy, rainy days, golden centers surrounded by white petals remained the only trace of the past summer.
The daisy-sprinkled lawn now particularly pleases the eyes and hearts.
My dear,
If you are going mushroom picking, keep an eye out for brown hats and please remember about lotinki, dreptak, florets and forest gnomes. Because forest little ones like to perch on a mushroom, ponder and gossip about this and that.
Mushrooms, of course, tend to be dissatisfied and complain that some little boy is sitting on them again. But who would care! We'd sit on a speckled purple toadstool ourselves, if only we were a little smaller... wouldn't we?
My dear,
and the flowers on the balcony bloom tirelessly... They are not afraid of cold nights and heavy rains. Meanwhile, the florets from my fairy tales leave their calyxes and seek shelter for the coming winter. Some will fly away on bird's wings far away to warm countries. The others will rent a warm corner in the hollow of a friendly forest gnome. Let's wish them a happy journey and cozy corners.
My dear,
Today I invite you to read a fragment of my fairy tale entitled "Plums".
"What are you digging in there, baby?" Grandpa asked.
"I'm planting a double tree," she replied seriously, compacting the earth thoroughly.
"You say a tree will grow in this place?"
"A double-trunked plum tree will grow here," replied Sylvia.
She brushed off her muddy hands and took her grandfather's hand. She wasn't wrong. How did she know?"
Are you curious what happened next?
Please reach for the Book of Malców.
My dear,
The September sun has gilded the pears, which, like tears of happiness, drip from the branches onto the lawn. Delicate flesh and sweetness caress the palate. I remember a scene from the movie "City of Angels" where the main character asks his beloved "Describe how does a pear taste to you?"
How would you answer this question? We will try to describe the pear flavor together.
I invite you to the literary fun and I start first. Well, the pear tastes like childhood to me, because once the pear tree grew in the garden near my family house.
My dear,
Drip, drip... Drip, drip... Thin streams of rain flow down the windows and umbrellas, under which children and adults are hiding. It's a great time for fairy tales. Let the cape and rubber boots dry in the hall, and warm tea, a few biscuits and interesting reading will make rainy afternoons more pleasant.
Even Feather from my fairy tale "got wet from the thick drizzle and caught a little cold."
And although a walk in the rain can be nice, there are days
when it is more pleasant to travel in imagination,
and for this journey the best guide is a book.
My Dear,
When it's foggy and cold outside, sweets bring comfort. The forest elves, famous for their love of sweet treats, know this in particular. In one of my fairy tales, an elf, greatly distressed by his very plump reflection in a drop of dew, decided to go on a diet. Oh, it was not an easy challenge for a glutton. He fought a difficult battle with himself to persevere in his decision and curb his appetite. I invite you to read The Book of Males, in which you will find this and many other forest stories.
Today, however, on a rainy and foggy day, a tube of cream will undoubtedly improve your mood.
My dear,
I invite you to read a fragment of my fairy tale entitled "Upside down". They were sitting in a cafe "Under the podgrzybkiem" run by a snail. The modest vineyard was famous in the whole area both for its hospitality and a tasty decoction of clover and pollen, which he generously offered to the inhabitants of the forest.
They were impatiently waiting for a lotinka, who was kept by a ladybug for important matters. Finally, they heard a gentle flutter of wings, and a moment later a silvery dust fell on their heads, heralding the arrival of Lenna.
I quoted this paragraph because of the "Under the Bolete" cafe, because all kinds of mushrooms were rampant on Fairy Green Hill, including speckled toadstools in purple hats. Look, please, how many cafes there would be for my little ones - immortals!
My dear,
Gardens are special places, full of childhood memories, secrets of youth, charming alleys and nooks and crannies that evoke fear after dark.
In the September garden, summer is getting ready to go away, and the first golden leaves, ruddy apples, golden pears and juicy plums fall out of the trunks and baskets of autumn. Although the flowers, oblivious to the changing seasons, remained beautiful...
My dear,
Last week I saw flocks of birds migrating for the winter where the cold does not reach and the sun does not cease to heat. I envied the winged beautiful journey. Another summer passed in the flutter of their wings. Only the thoughtful heron by the pond remained waiting for the season of melancholy...
Dear friends,
Beautiful and glistening in their spiked shells, they clatter from the trees to roll along park paths. We've collected a lot of them. Some will turn into funny people in acorn berets, others will live in pockets, and some will probably end up in a treasure chest accompanied by a feather, a button and a shell. The irresistible charm of chestnuts gives autumn an additional pinch of beauty. That's what!
My dear,
Autumn landscapes are saturated with soft light and warm colors. Oh yes, autumn likes reds, reds, golds and browns. Soon we will be wading among colorful leaves. And today, when I was collecting young chestnuts, I was captivated by the bush from the photo.
My Dear,
The nearby park is full of hollows. Probably some of those discovered during my autumn walks inhabit forest sprites. Others are home to squirrels, which are gathering supplies for the winter at this time of year. They bring nuts and acorns to their pantries.
The sprites are also not idle. They collect fruit and chestnuts, candy and prepare various types of preserves. Fingers licking at the thought of treats buried in hollows!
My dear,
When I was a little girl, I was constantly organizing various bases with the children from the yard. Oh, I dreamed of a house like the one in the picture. Ania was also pleasantly surprised, because a tiny and charming one grew in front of us like a mushroom after a heavy rain.
My dear,
A few days' stay by the sea has come to an end. September spoiled us with warm sun, blue sky and magical evenings, like the one in the photo. In fact, there was even a hot, truly southern day, during which it seemed that this was the Mediterranean Sea with a sandy beach burning feet...
Dear friends,
A bird of wonderful beauty, like Feather being the hero of my fairy tale The Tree and the Bird, crouched on our balcony today and stayed on it for a long time. Intimidated, scared, he patiently endured the concern of the concerned Ania. After some time, he gained strength and flew away, leaving behind a nice memory. Please take a look at our winged guest and admire his unique beauty and modesty.
My dear,
In my fairy tales, witches live in huts on chicken feet. Today, however, we came across one that prefers a traditional house. The mild September sun must have put her in a good mood, and even Ania was not afraid to sit down on the bench right next to her. Please look at this peculiar picture.
My dear,
On the seaside boulevard in Kołobrzeg, a organ-grinder in a truly Parisian style plays old melodies. He is accompanied by colorful parakeets that support the musician by collecting coins from the onlookers.
Whenever we pass by, Ania, captivated by the scene, stops and looks at the figure as if from a distant era or a fairy tale. Because the organ-grinder inspires to write a story dedicated to him.
My Dear,
Ten years ago, I met the inhabitants of a charming cottage situated on a cliff overlooking the sea. Whenever I visit a fairytale chatka, I feel as if someone had opened the door to the magical world of fairy-tale creatures. Oh, how wonderful it would be to hide in a cozy interior for longer and write, write, write...
My dear,
Probably many people associate September with textbooks, sharpened pencils, pen, ink and unwanted blot on a piece of paper. The end of summer and the sight of students crowding the squares and sports fields brings back pleasant, youthful memories. However, this autumn is special for me, because my Ania is starting her studies and she does it willingly. He is sitting at his desk and learning calligraphy. I am overcome with emotion as I watch my daughter bent over a book.
My dear,
I will tell you about the monument that inspired me to write a few poems. A statue of a pianist with long fingers hiding a great talent. Chopin, staring at the pond, reigns in South Park, where on such beautiful days as today, we walk with Ania. Ba, on foggy mornings and rainy evenings it is equally delightful. Could he have foreseen that in the distant future he would be wearing shoes polished by children posing for photos or climbing on the composer's lap? Ania and I like the musician's statue. It was he, silent and serious, who made us take piano lessons. Please look how beautiful it is.
My dear,
I was captivated by a collection of angels guarding a house close to me. In particular, one with an extremely noble and gentle face caught my attention for longer. Isn't it beautiful to think of the protective, angelic wings that protect us from tears like an umbrella from a pouring rain? Look around carefully, because angels are among us, although not always as beautiful as the one in the photo...
My dear,
It was a sunny, warm September heralding the coming autumn. The crowns of the trees are still green, but the careful observer can easily see individual golden leaves. Ania and I went to visit our grandparents on Fairytale Green Hill to enjoy the beauty of nature in the apple orchard. We had a nice surprise. Well, right next to the house there was a charming bench with a table in the middle. Perfect to sit on and think about this and that away from the hustle and bustle.
My dear,
The sight of an ancient, historic locomotive, next to which Ania is standing, made us both dream about a long journey. The words of the hit song "Get on a train of any kind" ring in my mind. Wouldn't it be nice to speed while listening to the rattle of wheels on the rails and watch the passing landscapes outside the window? Sometimes it's nice to dream in the safety of your home.
My dear,
My Grandma taught me to see beauty in the unobvious. That's probably why cacti captivate me. I admire the variety of their shapes, thorns, rare flowers. They thrive on window sills, inhabit corners and nooks and crannies in my apartment.
Original, bristling, seemingly severe, they can repay you for caring with a wonderful bloom. Please look at their fictitious characters.
My dear,
When I look at a girl in a red coat with a basket of ruddy apples, I remember Ania picking fruit with her grandfather in the orchard on the Fairytale Green Hill. Please take a look and admit it's a cute picture. Soon it will be time for autumn apple pie, plum cake and jam, as well as young nuts, which cheer up with their delicious taste even when the world is enveloped in thick fog and rainy days come...
My dear,
With September comes the time of the alphabet, the multiplication table, painting, singing, drawing notes in notebooks with staves, the word of school adventure. Even before we collect bouquets of colorful leaves, bouquets of sharpened pencils and colored pencils will appear on many desks and desks.
Ania is getting ready to learn how to write, although Maja the Bee won with letters. Have fun in the upcoming school year, read fairy tales and teach diligently!
My Dear,
At the end of summer, apples blush, chestnuts and rowans ripen, sunflowers turn golden, and the sun softens. Ania and I discovered a charming path and a heavenly apple tree with branches heavy with fruit.
We absorb warm days, because the season of fog, rain and wind is coming... Melancholy, mysterious autumn will soon paint the hair of trees and fill baskets with mushrooms...
My dear,
Do you remember Jules Verne's novel Around the World in Eighty Days? It was while reading this wonderful book that I wanted to take to the skies, like the main character and his servant. And so a balloon flight became my old, childhood and still unfulfilled dream, which I passed on to Ania. Today I believe that in a certain, not distant time we will fly together.
My Dear,
There are legends about black cats. Cat lovers probably do not believe in bad luck, which is supposedly brought by meeting this quadruped. Ania also does not care about the gloomy superstition. The more so that our neighbor's green-eyed individual, with hair shiny and black as raven's wings, often sits on the windowsill and watches the world behind the glass. Just like the tomcat from the fairy's house in my fairy tales. Please look.
My dear,
You probably all know the fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty. Well, what a question! And here Ania, captivated by a beautiful, timeless story, discovered an antique spindle. Please look at the intricate work and be amazed. And then close your eyes and fly the stagecoach of your imagination to an ancient era and the land of fairy tales.
My dear,
Please look how the mother goat cares for her baby. A heartwarming sight, isn't it? He also captivated the Cornflower Girl, so every evening, during our holiday walks, we visited the goat pen.
My dear,
The morning was sunny and hot, but it was followed by a rainy afternoon. Despite that, Ania and I went for a walk to the spring of Saint Andrzej Świerad, a famous physician and hermit. The air smells like summer rain, and the spring water tastes like a mountain stream and forest. Ah, how pleasant...
Dear friends,
Today we discovered a farm with sheep. They turned out to be gentle and skittish like the proverbial lambs. Please look how nice they are.
My dear,
Today we went on a trip to Łomnica, where there is a charming farm near the renovated palace. Right next to the pleasantly shaded cafe there are tiny shops with local rarities and crafts. And it was in one of them with linen products that we discovered a floor with a magic room. An excellent place for the Blueberry Girl. Please look.
My dear,
Please look at the picture and look carefully. Here is a pond hidden under a green blanket of duckweed. When I looked at it from the nearby bridge, I had the impression that I was looking at a magical forest eye.
Isn't it amazing? Maybe he will wink at you playfully.
My dear,
During walks around the Fairytale Green Hill, Ania and I discover charmingly flowery alleys, clearings, meadows and pastures. And today we came across an apple tree with paradise apples. The tree reminded me of the school garden, which was covered with an orchard with heavenly apples.
My dear,
We came for a few days to Ania's grandparents' house in Fairytale Green Hill.
And we immediately went for a walk. A narrow, stony path, overgrown with sweet blackberry bushes on both sides, leads straight to the sun-drenched lagoon. On the way we came across a herd of goats.
My dear,
A friend gave me a figurine, lovely, beautifully made and quite unique. Unique, because it is deceptively reminiscent of my Cornflower Girl, my Anne of Fairytale Green Gables. She is now standing on an old painted table and making everyone who looks at her smile. Do you like it?
My dear,
It used to be written with a quill pen. The sharp end was dipped in an ink-filled inkwell and written on books, letters, important writings, etc.
In my fairy tales the sprites remained faithful to this tradition.
Poets and scholars wrote in the evenings by candlelight. And the lovers confessed their love in letters under the umbrella of stars in the moonlight. The envelopes of important personalities were decorated with noble seals.
I appreciate the old attention to detail that characterizes bygone eras.
I also write with a pen. I got the green ones from Dad and the red ones for my birthday ten years ago. I like to hear the nib scrape against the paper.
This literary melody determines the rhythm of the words.
My dear,
I have some weakness. Well, I collect, stubbornly and tirelessly. I search, I collect, I collect. The most expensive collection for me are playing balls with porcelain figurines enclosed in glass interiors. Then there are figurines of rabbits, ceramic angels, paintings from travels, fans and hand-painted tiles. All collections inspire and stimulate my imagination. The latter, i.e. tiles, delight the eyes with the joyful colors of distant places, and today they made me miss the charm of Italian towns.
My Dear,
I have admired birds for as long as I can remember. I am delighted with gregarious flamingos, predatory eagles, tiny canaries, hardworking woodpeckers, handsome peacocks, thrifty hens, and good-natured ducks. I watch a loner walking across the lawn. With dignity, he takes small steps in search of food. Soon it will take to the skies, and a moment later the flutter of its wings will pass.
And when I sit nearby, on a bench, I feel that poetic birds are especially close to me, and their love of freedom and individualism inspire deep respect in me.
My Dear,
At the heart of the intricately woven web lurks a spider, a cunning hunter and a talented weaver. Flies and small insects tremble before him. Long-legged and ugly, it inspires fear, and not only in insects.
And I admire the silvery nets where the dewdrops gleam like jewels in the morning. And I trust that such an outstanding artist, although he has a predatory nature, must carry a bit of tenderness in his heart. And I think that perhaps not only in my fairy tales, a spider will love its prey... Please take a good look at the spider webs. Aren't they beautiful?
My dear,
I once wrote a fairy tale about plums in love, which fate played a trick on and separated them to finally bind them together forever. I wanted the reader to never lose hope and faith in a happy ending. That's what! And suddenly, during my daily walk, I came across a plum.
Look at it carefully, because it carries the captivating modesty of an inconspicuous tree.
My Dear,
For years, guests visiting Wrocław have been captivated by dwarfs. Their figurines, like mushrooms after rain, appear in narrow streets, in vast squares, in gates, by fountains, and even on stairs, in a word, everywhere. Dwarfs lead their trail of children and adults captivated by nice little ones. And everyone has their own story and knows more than one story. For the family of dwarfs, very noble, is famous for storytellers, travelers, scholars and gourmets. Please look at the picture of Ania between the two dwarfs guarding the inscription Wroclavia.
My Dear,
Today's hot, very hot day made us go for ice cream with Ania and we wandered up to the very roof of Wrocław.
It is from here that there is a beautiful view of the City of Dwarfs, for which it is worth climbing a lot of stairs.
Please look at the sea of various roofs, sloping canopies and turrets.
My Dear,
And we are walking again on the Fairytale Green Hill. Uphill, a few steps straight and downhill. Below, the path meanders through a pine grove and leads straight to a small apiary. We will walk over the footbridge over the stream and look at the beehives. And then we'll go up the hill again, straight to the cabin.
My dear,
I like trees. Their diversity, the shape and color of the leaves, the size of the crowns, often reminiscent of lush hair, are amazing. The one in the photo arched and hung over the lawn like a bridge over a river. Nevertheless, it was still beautiful.
My dear,
The capricious summer played a trick on us again and surprised us with heavy rain and cold. That is why I am sending you a photo of a captivatingly fragrant bush of wonderful beauty that we discovered yesterday with Ania during an evening walk.
I hope that warm days will return soon, and with them serenity.
My dear,
Today was another beautiful day, as my Ania says. So we went to visit our grandparents and now we are walking along the paths and alleys around Fairy Green Gables.
The rural landscape has something idyllic about it and even time in the countryside is less rushed...
Ah, how pleasant it is to wander aimlessly...
My dear,
Today we visited Fairytale Green Gables. Just behind the grandparents' house, there is a narrow path covered with pebbles, leading straight to the charming cottage of the Forest Fairy. You will look at the gate bathed in roses, the fancy roof and think that somewhere inside there is a barefoot sorceress and a tomcat is lounging on the armchair. Perhaps next time he would invite the Blueberry Girl for tea in the garden.
My dear,
In my work, an important place is occupied by forest stories, which are full of gnomes, lotinki, tramps, florets, as well as animals, insects and birds. The forest community has its own rituals, including culinary ones. And so the richly stocked pantries cannot lack honey, herbs, syrups of all kinds and fruit. And it is the wonderfully fragrant wild strawberries that taste great on summer afternoons. Today Blawatkowa Girl is going to enjoy a fruit delicacy, picked straight from the bush.
My dear,
The poetics of sunsets is indisputable.
That's why I couldn't ignore my admiration at the end of the day and share with you my reflection on beauty and passing.
For when I look at the setting sun, I feel a peculiar sadness at the end of another day.
Now, however, I am smiling at you and asking you to joyfully look at the painting landscape.
My Dear,
I have an image from many years ago in my mind. Well, in a distant Italian town there was a small fishing port with a romantic pomostem. I remember young fishermen with swarthy complexions and strong arms returning from fishing at dawn to unload their boats. Fresh fish went into ice chests.
The air smelled of the sea and something mysterious that only they, the people of the sea, could know...
Since then, I have a fondness for all bridges. The one in the picture was chosen by seagulls and is therefore particularly charming.
My dear,
The Baltic Sea is amber, wind, foaming waves... Please look at the bottle with silver roses with amber goblets. Aren't they beautiful?
And I walk barefoot on the beach in the evenings.
Maybe I'll find an amber treasure. Wish me luck...
My Dear,
Don't you think the sea has a capricious nature? Today it woke up agitated and noisy. The rushing waves crash against the sandy shore, giving the impression of being angry, and at the same time confident in their power, so typical of the elements.
Tomorrow, perhaps, I will look at the calm, blue surface reminiscent of a gentle feminine face.
I am absorbed in the observation of water and sky, waves with foamy shores and puffy clouds, I listen to the sound of the wind and absorb nature to find literary inspiration in it.
My dear,
Have you heard that there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? Someone must be guarding him. In my fairy tales, the guardians of the rainbow are florets, i.e. charming creatures inhabiting the cups of flowers. Flowers wear bell-shaped hats on their heads, decorated with a rainbow feather.
Please look at the photo. Finally, the blue girl's dream came true and a wonderful colorful arc appeared in the sky .
My Dear,
It's been almost two months since Ania received a pot with a tomato from her grandparents. During this time, an inconspicuous bush, caressed by the sun and sprinkled with rain, grew and sprouted green leaves. Finally, two round tomatoes appeared on its branches. And now it's time for the first harvest. Please watch how the little gardener picks a tomato. For dinner we cut it into quarters and ate it with relish. It smelled wonderful and very tomato!
My Dear,
Hats have fascinated me for as long as I can remember. Please consider their diversity, starting from top hats, through straw hats, cowboy hats, those with a large brim, how mysterious, to the fancy ones, with a feather or a bow ... Oh, you could count for a long time! The one in the photo, my favorite, is a real traveler. Many years ago, he made a long journey from Italy and every year, during the holidays, he hits the road again with Ania's beach ball and her baby hat.
Well, it remains for me to wish my hat and your hats many interesting trips...
My dear,
And here we are again, wet, rainy and rainy, although the sun and blue break through the clouds. Meanwhile, Ania tirelessly saves the snails. In the garden on the terrace, she arranged an evening meeting for the snails. Many participants gathered. please look.
My dear,
We went with Ania for a walk in the nearby park. The damp air smelled of rain and summer twilight. And I was captivated by the green ribbon of the road winding in front of us. I thought about all the paths, crossroads and bends that lead us to various goals ... I wish you simple, gentle roads that you tread lightly and joyfully.
My dear,
I enjoy the long, lazy summer afternoon as white clouds float slowly across the blue sky. After heavy rains, flowers bloomed in the garden and so among this year's flowers I found a golden primrose, which I gave to Grandma last year. I completely forgot about the modest harbinger of spring, and here you are, such a surprise.
I am savoring this warm day, for which I have been waiting so long and longingly.
My Dear,
Today lightly, lightly, colorfully and elusively... I have already told you that for as long as I can remember I have been captivated by winged ones... Butterflies are special, because the flutter of their wings passes so quickly. Isn't it touching that they are born to delight?
One Sunday I will read you my fairy tale about Kruszynka Nel and her friendship with a butterfly.
I will then invite you to my website to listen to it. For now, let's enjoy the view.
My dear,
When discussing the writer's workshop, it is difficult to omit the authorities, i.e. those who, with their presence and worldview, leave their mark on all creativity. It was them who once belonged to the elders well known from literature or film, the council of elders characterized by life wisdom. I used to say. For I feel that the time of twilight has come to respect old age. As a person growing up in a multi-generational family, I am sad to say that we are governed by the ubiquitous cult of youth. It is comforting to know that old age still inspires artists, writers, poets and painters. It makes me happy in strange times when an appropriate injection easily eliminates the slightest wrinkle, a human trace of sensitivity, experienced worries and leaves unreflective, doll-like faces for which those entangled in the pursuit of youth will give their last penny ... In my fairy tales you will find age-old gnomes with gray beards and reflective gaze of eyes tired from reading. And now, please look at the photo in which the beauty of youth and old age interpenetrate, and the resulting weave creates a delightful whole.
My dear,
I look at the clouds in the blue July sky and think back to my childhood games. Then, as a little girl, I watched the clouds and saw different shapes in them. Sometimes I saw faces, other times whole figures, animals, plants or even objects, such as a ship in a stormy sea. Today, I remember with nostalgia that carefree time, echoed by Ania's joyful laughter echoing somewhere in the garden.
Dear friends,
On a wonderful summer afternoon with the taste of fresh raspberries, I feel like writing about flowers. It is enough for me to look at tiny bluebells or handsome peonies, and in my imagination the stories create themselves. Well, then I'll hide in a shady alley and drift my mind into a world of fantasy.
My dear,
I soak up this wonderful, warm, June evening and enjoy the intoxicating scent of flowers. I'm thinking if I wasn't a storyteller, I'd be a gardener. Plants bring solace, flowers give joy, and buds give hope. I have a special fondness for roses. I am delighted with their perverse nature, sweet, fragrant, seemingly defenseless with stems armed with thorns... Enjoy the summer while it lasts.
Dear friends,
Dripping, dripping, dripping rain floods the whole world... What to do when it's drizzling and cold outside the window? Well, you have to use your imagination, as did my Anne of Fairy Green Gables. Well, a few days ago we discovered coconut ice cream in the shell of this nut.
After the feast, a shell remained, which became an inspiration for Ania's fabulous boat. Just look at the fancy ship, how perfect for a traveler elf.
Dear friends,
Don't you think that immortal little ones, i.e. dwarfs, lotinki, dreptaki and flowerpots, living in different parts of the world, should resemble local children? Well, that's the conclusion we came to with Ania. Please look at the illustration of the Cornflower Girl, painted for my new fairy tale about an extraordinary journey and the meeting of two different and very similar gnomes. Aren't they adorable? You will learn more about them soon.
Diary, memories, glass ball
Niekiedy wystarczy jedno zapisane słowo, by inspiracja i myśl nie przepadły.
Little notebook
Diary, memories, glass ball
Storyteller workshop
It's hard to believe, but notebooks accompany me everywhere, at home, in the car, on trips and at work. Even in the smallest purse I carry a notebook and a pen. Sometimes a single written word is enough to keep inspiration and thought alive. The same is true with cards. I attach them here and there so as not to forget in everyday prose about the poetics and fairy-tale nature of the world around...
Dear friends,
Do you ever feel like going on a sentimental journey? Isn't it wonderful that a little thing is enough: a letter, a photograph, a grandma's ring to go back in time without a time machine? Yesterday I showed Ania the diaries I wrote since elementary school.
She watched with great interest and curiosity. Someday I will give my daughter this most personal part of myself.
My dear,
For as long as I can remember, the beauty of nature, architecture and, in a word, the landscape captivated me so much that I felt the need to immerse myself in it up to my ankles, waist, szyją... Today, the Blueberry Girl succumbed to the charm of the spring landscape.
Please look at this sweet picture.
Czerwone maki, złote rzepaki
Beautiful village view, vast fields of grain and poppies
Czerwone maki, złote rzepaki
Ania's balcony
My dear,
For as long as I can remember, I like looking at balconies. Some, like the one from Verona on which Romeo looked Juliet, hold great secrets. Please consider how diverse they are: cast iron, bulbous, wooden, brick, roofed or uncovered... Isn't it nice to breathe on a hot day on a flowery balcony, shaded by a striped awning? Please look at Ania's romantic balcony. And although there is not much space on it, it's nice to open the door ajar and sit down with a watering can in the doorway...
My Dear,
Today I would like to share with you a wonderful discovery of my parents, i.e. grandparents whom Ania visits on the Fairytale Green Hill.
Isn't a glade bathed in purple poppies and gold delightfully beautiful?
The only thing missing is an easel and a painter with a brush in his hand, whose sensitivity and talent can capture and keep on canvas...
Różowe pelargonie na balkonie
Pink geraniums on the balcony
Różowe pelargonie na balkonie
Photography Weronika Madryas, summer meadow
Dzikie kwiecie
Photography Weronika Madryas, summer meadow
My dear,
Close your eyes and imagine a green meadow, flowered with field bells with lilac petals and fragrant chamomiles, and a girl in a straw hat and a crimson skirt, which from a distance resembles a poppy in bloom. Now open your eyes, please, and look at the poppy field, enchanting passers-by. This year, right in front of the poppies, thistles bloomed, wonderfully violet. Soon the green of the grass will disappear into the red of the petals. Then I will show you the picture of the meadow again, so get ready for a purple landscape...
My dears, on the occasion of Children's Day
we invite you to
Weronika's Fabulous Bookstore :)
My dear,
Have you ever wondered why we believe in superstitions? Well, we kind of doubt the unlucky power of a black cat and luck after seeing a chimney sweep, but we prefer to meet the other one on our way, don't we? My Ania has been dreaming of finding a four-leaf clover for some time. Discouraged by the futile effort of browsing the clumps of the surrounding lawns, she announced a few days ago that her search had been fruitless. Then all of a sudden... Just look, there they are! And these are two four-leaf clovers found in just one afternoon. The Blue Girl thought that the former brought her luck, and so she found the latter. As you can see, you should not stop searching for your happiness...
Czterolistna koniczyna
Girl with four-leaf clover
Czterolistna koniczyna
My dear,
Do you remember the fairy tale about Felix, whose shadow disappeared imperceptibly? If not, I invite you to my website, where you will find illustrated fragments of the story to read and a recording read in a velvet, actor's voice.
Now please look at the photo and guess whose shadows these are? I invite you to play!
Zabawa cieniami. Shadows play.
Śmieszne cienie. Play with shadows.
Zabawa cieniami. Shadows play.
Lost shadow
Felix's treadmill
My dear,
Even when the rain is ringing on the window sill, ringing, ringing, running in thin trickles down the windows and dripping from the gutters, drip, drip, there are traces of sunny kisses all around. Just look at Ania's more and more ripe and ruddy strawberries. I think we'll break the first one today because it looks delicious. I have a feeling that it will be delicious and juicy, as announced by its bulbous shape and red color. Do you like strawberries? What a question! Enjoy the so strawberry sweetness... Enjoy!
Changes have also taken place at the house at Green Gables.
Because now there is a little girl named Ania. She occupies a room on the first floor, the same one where her mother, as a young girl, dreamed and dreamed ...
Only the apple trees remained unchanged, although they also aged a bit. However, as in the past, spring still generously gives them flowers. Then, dressed in white, they intimidate with their beauty and arouse admiration of passers-by. Who would have thought that these are the same trees that wait for snow in winter to hide their age-bent branches under a fluffy blanket? Autumn, on the other hand, blushes sweet fruits, under the weight of which old branches bend.
My dear,
I am currently writing the fourth volume of The Stone of Power, titled The Wolf King. I wanted to share with you the last fragment of a fairy tale novel. So I invite you to read the paragraph devoted to The Witch from beyond the seven mountains and seas. And by the way, look at my witch, whom I once brought back from an Italian holiday. Apparently, during Christmas, the witch distributes candy to good children, and she has coals for the urchins.
You never know with witches...
(...) Whoever thinks that the hut on the chicken's feet is a cozy, fairy-tale house is wrong. It is enough to look at the crooked roof, too long, protruding chimney and dirty windows without colorful pots with flowers, curtains, curtains, joyfully painted shutters to feel fear and the desire to run away, where the pepper grows. However, the most terrifying thing is the crow's foot that lifts the clumsy house above the average height of the tree. Sharp curved claws dig deep into the ground, thanks to which the peculiar structure stands stably and will not be blown away even by gusty winds.
Usually, somewhere near the cabin, a stinking brew is bubbling in a large cauldron. The witches' potions contain the most unheard of, disgusting and terrifying ingredients, such as: tiger claw, spider thread, viper venom, stinging mucus of a deadly snail, poisonous berries, hair of a stray girl or even the stolen voice of a wood fairy. Nightmares, dark thoughts and hurtful words can be found in these sticky slurries. (...)
My dears, Since I can remember Angels inspire me.
In their spiritual faces and wonderful wings I find something divine, magical and painterly at the same time. I even created an alley with angels, to which I invite you on this May afternoon bathed in heavy rain.
And here's a fragment of my poem Planets, in which you may find a bit of fairy-tale angelic...
Guardian angel wipes my wing,
in the stained glass windows I see your face.
I feel a prayer of thanks,
as it penetrates the soul.
I know, my dear,
that although the sun is one,
it's on two planets
we live...
... which are unlikely to ever come together
not even an angel can change fate...
Yet dream
i can still
and endlessly
about the trip
to your tender arms...
from which you can see the endless sky,
starlit dreams come true...
And here is the angel of my Blue Girl, Ania from Fairytale Green Gables.
My Dear,
I haven't told you yet that my grandma grew cacti. I remember the oblong, stoneware pots standing on the window sills in the attic room. As a girl, I loved spending the night at my grandma's. We stayed up late, facing each other. Grandma told me old family stories about her parents, siblings, my grandfather and dad. However, the children's imagination was most moved by stories from the war.
The only witnesses to our conversations were oddly shaped prickly cacti growing alone or in clusters.
After that beautiful time, I have tender memories and a fondness for cacti. Some, like the one in the photo, can wonderfully repay you for caring care.
And a spring violet, among the balls with elves, bloomed phenomenally.
My dear,
Do you like the smell of greenery bathed in spring rain? Personally, I like the fragrant, thick, spring rain, after which the hair of trees thickens and turns green. And so, on this rainy morning, Ania and I were smelling the garden. In the afternoon we saved snails from reckless trips outside the fence. Just look. Ania even opened a bar "Under the snail". We cordially invite you!
Golden carpets.
Do you remember how Anne Shirley was outraged by the common names of uncommonly beautiful places.
"Except you shouldn't call this wonder "The Alley." That name means nothing.
White Avenue of Joy. Isn't that a better, much more beautiful term? ".
These are Ania's words spoken during the first meeting with Mateusz and their journey to Green Hill.
The same is true of rapeseed. Whenever I look at the delightful, blooming fields, I think of Golden Carpets. Today together with
Ania, we took the first of our annual trips among
Golden Carpets. Please look at the photos. What would Claude Monet, the creator of "Poppies near Argentruil", say? Maybe he would grab a brush and paint Golden Carpets near Wrocław? I do not believe that such a sensitive artist would not hesitate to title his work Rapeseed near Wrocław. It's hard not to agree with the red-haired dreamer from Prince Edward Island.
Od zawsze zachwycali mnie skrzydlaci, ważki, motyle, ptaki. Później zaczęłam marzyć o locie pasiastym balonem. There must be something special about such a journey. It's like time has gone backwards high in the sky.
So far I have not been able to fulfill this dream, which now also happened to my Ania. This means that someday we will fly together.
Lago di Garda, caffe in Bardolino
"Welcome to my fairy tale"
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