Red Palms And Red Soles

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Czas plynie, swieta dawno minely i maj w pelni. I wiosna w calym swoim rozkwicie, a mnie jakby to nie dotyczylo, tak jakby wiosna nie miala do mnie dostepu. Choc ona tak bardzo daje znac o sobie... Jak zawsze. Jak co roku. A u mnie glucho.

Coz, opieszala jakas sie zrobilam. Opieszala i... posypana... tak mozna byloby ten moj stan okreslic. Za duzo niewiadomych... ktore moze z czasem... jakos same sie rozwiaza, uloza... w jakas logiczna konkretna calosc, ot, tak po prostu, same z siebie?
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I choc wprawdzie nie moge powiedziec, ze nic nie robie w sprawie... remontu... bo przeciez, czyz te setki godzin spedzanych day before the monitor, reading the various construction sites, the absorption of the entire renovation and construction of knowledge, and to completely sterilize the mind and the overwhelming disgust for everything that is inextricably linked to the word - repair ... a little?
And yet, the overwhelming impression that if I stand still in place, did not leave me. Ceased even to what I have to admit with shame, unfortunately, going to the friendly blogs ... which surely so happy to visit ... Well, General discourage the over-flashing screen and more so. computer hate ... wprawily me in a different, closer is not identifiable states of mind ... rather, in a quite specific state, which could be defined as the so-called. General depressed ... And so I would probably lasted in this state ... I never said in the end - enough!

I had my daughter, a silent witness of my states of mind are not ordered in the end ... departure. Go to the hut. Departure and common grasping the situation. And there are any findings ... further action. Action potential, as pointed out with emphasis. So I thought
that he misheard.

And this is what it is. Yeah, who the year before, the day o June, the first time and how it seemed then, last, exceeded the threshold of cottage ... joyfully welcomed by ... wytaczajacych hut from the depths of our welcome ... three lords so tall. meneli area.
those gentlemen on the background of the ramshackle huts .... formed a very picturesque image, which is a very expressively tripped on the imagination of a young person ... causing immediate reaction in the form ... escape. Escapes
forever, as he put it then, my daughter resolute.
running out, and I'm not having exits, and ran after her.

I remember, as in the nearby forest, where we both wpadlysmy was hardly out of breath ... threw me straight in the eye ... This mine, like the unexplained and not giving anything to excuse ... irresponsibility i. .. all the rest, announcing clearly, and her leg never set more here.
And when I am with tears in his eyes I was trying to explain it, arguing that ... is surely something cudnego save an old house, and breathe life into a noble form ?!... i. .. with ... this house before I take ... must be ruthlessly attempts to put on ?!... and that going grated trail ... does not mean the loss of dreams?
... and that surely ... there is finally something like ... love at first sight ... even if ... This is love for popadajacego house in ruins?

Eh ... already own and then I stopped it all to believe. And she only Machala hand, it is unknown whether odganiajac away from swarms of mosquitoes circling above us ... and also from my words. And only one thing was clear, and certainly przedstawialysmy quite strange and bizarre scenes in the forest.
I like today I remember that day when the night was hardly the outcast sat in the woods, to the undoubted delight of mosquitoes, not having the courage or the back, a fortiori, not knowing co dalej.

I od tamtego dnia minal rok. Rok, w ktorym wszystko sie zmienilo.

I teraz, po roku, znow obie przyjechalysmy do chaty. I gdy ona stanela przed nia, zdumiala sie na jej widok. Rozsypujaca sie ruina, ktora tak dobrze pamietala, nabrala ksztaltu domu.
I widzialam nieukrywany podziw w jej oczach. Podziw nie tylko dla domu ale i nawet dla calego tego obrosnietego chaszczami, przypominajacego dziki ogrod obejscia.
Podziw, ktory utwierdzil mnie w przekonaniu, ze jednak to... cos tak bardzo niekiedy nieodpowiedzielnego... jest byc moze, czyms najlepszym, co mogloby sie w zyciu przytrafic?!

I tak w ciagu nastepnych trzech dni zabralysmy sie do pracy. Zakupujac na poczatek, kolejna, ktoras tam barrow in a row and another, either in a row where the shovel, we made the plan work, though, and so it was known that in August it will not stick. So we started from the left by last year's odgarniania "experts" before the fury of sand home. Sand, who in some places in conjunction with water and cement created, where the remnants of last year to grow flowers ... planted even hand of Helen, a hard layer of concrete, which will now only material can be removed. My earnest then it requests to these lords that they thought the flowers, and so were placed in a vacuum. Wild conquered my anger at the thought of zabetonowanych flowers and even greater at the thought of their thoughtless perpetrators.

But as soon as I grabbed a shovel, I felt in his element. I guess I missed this already. I forgot about everything. So it is true that the work is a climax to everything! So we worked side by side. And I felt like lotion now coming to me some extraordinary peace of mind. I felt like the earth gives me his energy and strength. I felt some inextricable relationship with this land ... and I felt it an inseparable part of it.
And sometimes, when you look up from the wheelbarrow, hand wiping the sweat from his forehead ... and taking his eyes everything just looked her from taking ... and thinking about the magnitude of the work, which awaits me ... seemed to me then, and I see sitting on a bench outside the house, Helene ... with his hands clasped on his knees, and slightly ironic smile, looking at me ... if they wanted to give me to understand, and my fears are completely bezplonne because .... when thousands of women before me gave you advice, not excluding her own, so I go through with it all!

and believed. And with redoubled force stuck the spade into the ground ... feeling surging in me strength and some sort of leaned strangely joy. Daughter shook his head, seeing how I go out with the genes of ancestors ... and I thought, that there could be different ... and that in his next life .... I had probably be ... rolniczka.
and cried aloud, as if fate has given me already and everything ... and indeed, when the House chose me ... So .... it would be tactless August oppose him!

House ... ! This is all the house will be on there are any .... tens-several years of renovation ... ! Quite sober daughter noticed.
I only Helena from his bench ... nodding my words. And because it was beautiful, the forest rustled, birds koncertowaly wildly, a light breeze so gently move zachaszczonym defeat and trees ... So there was not able to disturb my state of mind.

And then, zbieralysmy garbage, even after these gentlemen and bottles fachowcach night binge of my keeper, whom it nazbieralo August, oh, a little, because a few buckets.
Stwierdzilysmy also that it is very dry in this context, the outbreak zrezygnowalysmy welcome, for a modest picnic under the cherry tree, because surely, and the forest so close.

subsequently podcinalysmy spruce, hazel wycielysmy hiding one to get into the barn, uporzadkowalysmy ponarzucane in it as long as the lords lordship of specialists beams and planks, zabezpieczylysmy window before the next intrusion.
Czerpalysmy water from a stream and present podlewalysmy sown sunflower seeds.
Zrywalysmy mint, aromatic teas vesicant i. .. rhubarb ... who grew up in an old garden Helena.
And so step by step, inch ogarnialysmy bypass, which in our hands if they awaken to life, regaining its former glory and showing all his forgotten beauty.

And we're proud of their accomplishments ... odpoczywalysmy under the old Cherry.

And so for three days. Work and rest. And a new influx of forces and a new influx of energy, which can work in harmony with nature.
And the irresistible idea that everything can be done. And with all this has some unimaginable sense.
sense of the simple things!

And so the repair and construction season finally started!

And I'm in my element!

... folded tree after podcince

... and undercut spruces.

... and the rest in the shade of cherry.

and re-experiencing spring, which here in the north, comes much later.

Still Blossoming Apple Tree.

A run-time reward ... trips to the seaside ...

... and golden beaches ...

... and the sea on the horizon ...

... and the sound of waves

... and the cry of seagulls ...

... and a foretaste of upcoming August vacation!

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Christmas ... Holy ....

... Holy ... whom invariably accompanies many years still the same nutka sadness ... sorrow for those old, who passed away ... inseparable, and this idea that happiness, how ephemeral it is, and with so little we think about it ... Why do we need data ... about what is ... and the whole of that magic everyday.

And as different states of mind haunted me ... Suddenly the phone rang.
Guests of the "world" announced in August. After a few years. Yes
unexpectedly. And just like that.
And in one moment the whole my sadness turned into a sudden and indescribable joy.
I thought that someone wants to ride so many miles ... though I use it a short time ... Stay, washed off my whole sad.
stay and poswietowac. And joy, so sudden, as the exploding spring, from which he could also not something to enjoy, and it weighs like a stone repair spectrum ... which przytlaczalo, leaving no room for "celebrating" ... and the many other things to make, which suddenly became so ... very distant, and so little importance.
And only this one moment suddenly became really important.

So he threw himself into Christmas preparation, thinking as well, there are phones and how well that someone can be so spontaneously ... happy.
I started baking, which really are not my strong point ... but as a man is happy and everything goes.
and set the basis for the clay pot and a few daffodils blooming. Trailers spring.
I. .. I started baking. First Mazurka ... then the holy woman.
As well, I thought ... as well ... is the power of yeast to bake a cake ... how well is the power insert their hands into a warm, gentle nabrzmialego dough, pulled into his nostrils the wonderful smell and enjoy the moment.
Yeast dough, except that it is my favorite and I can consume unlimited amounts of it ... This is still something mystical in itself ... when it grows and comes alive, and then to the top. Just as instigating nature, giving hope and joy. And strength the adoption of the new.
Oh, how I like the whole holidays turmoil, is entered in the no fatigue ... and this whole magic shell, appropriate only for this extraordinary days.

and wondering is how much ... a plain phone ... a gesture ... a man ... a meeting ... suddenly everything can change. Add hope and joy.

So as a collective feasting and celebration of those moments. It will be joy and laughter. There will be tears and memories. Memories, which you just never quite.

I will come and the joy of waking up with spring and Easter joy and magic of this unusual world.

And all of you, my Dear I wish:



Joyful and warm world
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"Portrait of a woman ... that is what I am?"


This is just fun, and invited me play the 44th So although little late, forgive Graszko, as it happens to me, just now answering. What am I

....? Hmm ...? Well ... not an easy question!
So I came the idea to ask about the children, because who like who, but I surely know their own children best ... and immediately regretted it too ... oh, flew negatywizmy ... A shower of ... and how quickly, as if on cue!
And when I'm already close to tears, weak voice asked their oppressors ... whether it is already no pluses for me really not see? Then, only just over his victim zlitowali and began to secrete the positives ... so very sparingly indeed, and yet ...!!!
And so was created a while there, my picture. Here it is.

What am I?

... Rather chaotic ... though sometimes surprisingly sorted ... especially if with some which can not be anything closer to the wilfulness explain ... able for the whole day nibble ... one, stupid, not
- washed - a cup?










... loving everything ... extremely paskutne, ugly and most dilapidated / people too / ... and at the same time that values \u200b\u200bbeauty, peace and order?








.... Knowing no mercy ... and cold blood is able to kill ... called in. watts. of specialists ... and at the same time full of compassion for some ... a small abandoned kitten, with whom he can long way to travel ... somewhere there on the end of the world ... to find him a place to live?









... having somewhere in all the rejuvenating creams and inventions, Reducing and smoothing .... and blindly believing that, while folding a variety of gimmicks zielskami and own production ... time so gently with her and let her bypass the so ... "Beautifully stale"?









... so weak and so frail ... Women's kobietka ..... babo and hard-peasant and working in gumofilcach waciaku .... capable mason, grind and dig ditches ... and "move mountains" ... when you NEED!








.... and so "no-no - knowing ... and nothing - not-grasping ... and so-very-not-wyuczalna ".... And seeing and capturing a sudden .... EVERYTHING ... and in one moment, when already there is no way out!









... gentle and quiet as a lamb ... and the madwoman, choleryczka what ... pieklaca suddenly about everything and nothing
!



.... loving, how will this stupid, unconditional love of their own children ... and gnashing their teeth in their words full of condemnation ... "Oh, mother !"... and having then already the largest fancy ... powystrzelac them all on another planet and have finally ...... Peace of mind!










.... and who can in some incomprehensible way, and no obvious reason ... Pour the whole sea of \u200b\u200btears myself ... and room for one minute in a different extreme of ... from euforystycznej joy until infinite sadness ... just like that ... and for no apparent reason ...?!


... and having to his credit ... yet many other weaknesses and ailments ... as a weakness to a very dilapidated ruins ... and believing in spite of everything and everybody ... with something of perhaps even in this life ... UDA surely the hell?!






... and still having the ... Then how stupid conscience ... with so little as they kissed, how touching the pink rollers in childhood tluszczyku legs ... and with everything she could surely ... And BETTER ... MORE ... and more and ... with time so hurry ... and she had no time i. ... that these cylinders so lovely so very quickly .... zmeznialy ... ! Oh, far too fast?










... i. .. yet many other ailments. And the same adversity? O holy mother!


I thinking in the bushes, and all that .... W - RULE - what - in August - is housed ... ?! dug some words ... a woman about women ... and sighed with great relief, triumph joyfully:
Whew ...! I'm so pretty ... ORDINARY woman!


And here it is ...

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must be to choice,
Change so only the nothing has changed.
is easy, impossible, hard, worth trying.
eyes are, if you now deep blue, now gray,
Black, merry, full of tears.
sleeps with him as the first or the only one in the world.
She will bear him four children, no children, one.
naive, but the best advice.
Weak, but.
There is no head on his shoulders, then I will have.
Reads Jasper and women's magazines.
do not know what this screw and build a bridge.
Young, as usual young, I am still young.
holds in his hands sparrow with a broken wing,
own money on the trip far away,
meat cleaver, a compress and a glass of vodka.
Where are running so, if it is not tired.
Nay, just a little, really, it does not matter.
Either love him or insisted.
For better, for worse, and for heaven's sake a.

Regards .... so all these .... Then how EXCELLENT and women GREAT!

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When Nature Calls ...

... finally gave of himself to know, wybudzajac me good with pozimowego lethargy.
Make me work! Concerned also about new phones neighbor intrusions into the hut and led some inner impulse, I left.
This time, fortunately, is not alone. Son, with whom this memorable day is less than two years ago I found a TOC ... "Miracle", and just having an interruption in the collection of science, he accepted the Seeking the excursion together. And as that plan was riding my autkiem, and he knowing that I have some strange abilities ... to a fairly rapid oduczania place once acquired skills, especially when it comes to fork autkiem, he decided to accompany.
And he was not at all, seeing my desperate maneuvers on the road, took over the reins in his hands, considering that I am extremely hopeless case, what he have not yet had occasion to meet. Poubolewal yet over last year's numerous "injuries" Matizka, and there were little, shook his head over my "ignorance", then I sighed, and ... we left.

Along the way, we visited my dear Mr. Mieczyslaw, who though
"very posypujacy August, but still running and in a cheerful mood, przydreptal leaning on his cane, to sit with me a while though for a short on the bench before the house and socialize.

Then we went to the hut. As usual, the soul on the shoulder and then a great relief to say that all ... okay. Everything, except a few "goodies" ...
Cottage constant. In its entirety. Barn also. Woods also had a closer look. Stream flowed rapidly. As if nothing had happened. But ...?!
And yet ... something is happening.
barn door from where tools were put together, the old windows from the recovery, chairs, stol. .. and this whole mess building, now closed by a padlock, which, however, earlier, according to. Someone opened a neighbor relationship.
After vetting everything that came to the conclusion that nothing was missed, types of harvesting ... brush, which you wanted to podzols trees. So someone demanded so much trouble to the wall nailed to the barn plot of forest net pull from the wall, move it, open the padlock on the barn door, enter, and from so many things that were there, do not take nothing but ... a small brush?
Strange, as one might think. Very strange. With so many stalls also someone broke the door and vanish ... two suporeksy.
And actually it's nothing, because surely none of them were killed, only those "little things"! So there is no reason to worry ....!
But my calm disappeared.
Especially when I found out from the neighbor, who oversees the house and in my trailer which it stands, with a poisoned her dog, became alarmed in earnest. I became suspicious. My assumption affirmed neighbor. It turned out that we think about the same person. So about my former guardian - Mirku. This summer he poisoned the dog in the village ... big and beautiful German shepherd. And in total, according to the already poisoned the relationship ... seven dogs! His ... ax and killed the forks! And that's in front of their own children! So
however i was wrong!
And how will I naive, I thought, and Mirek is just a drunk and a poor father of nine children, who should immediately help. I do not remember all the warnings, made him keeper of her home, being almost certain, and therapy work reference the desired effect, and with Mirek somehow, as a single touch of magic wands - suddenly transformed in an exemplary father and a citizen of his village! Unfortunately, Mirek had no intention to give yourself "humanize" and yet it is some alien babie! Somehow the more fit it on a local degenerate and a thief. I continue to steal everything they could and what was in the range and ... naturally also in me.
All this could be, in principle, hand swing, which also have I done, giving up only the services of Mr. Mirko. And that was to be done. Unfortunately not the end no. In the area because there is poisoning dogs.
A dog poisoning is another matter. It's already much more than ordinary theft.
And I thought with horror of his children, which not only with this knowledge, but are probably silent witnesses to these deeds! I worried that ... where the Deviation Przejma father? Cause as to whether the two oldest 18 and 19 - year olds already went in his footsteps, no doubt. And what about the rest?
Well remember these children, so much more innocent and lovable, and it is glad with what helped me in everything ... despite the fact that their father turned out to be a complete idiot!
And now those dogs!?
What to do with the neighbor we wondered? About going to the police is lacking. Everyone in the village are afraid of Mirek and his sons. Afraid of their revenge.
Vengeance, which I feel in my own body, because the burglary is his work, as a punishment for it that he resigned from his services permanently, thereby ceasing to fund his alcohol aspirations. So now I have for her!
Oh, but we will have with this "conundrum" to do something ... just WHAT?

Son slyszyc all of me shook his head, saying, "Oh, mother ... and you really want to live here!!
always says to me" mother "when he wants to condemn me. This is the current jargon Apparently adolescent.
... surely it's crazy!, he looked at me grimly.
... sigh ... the lunatics are also needed ... then there is balance, just waved her hand.
son shook his head, saying once again, and I'm obviously very special case of mad ... and the waste of time ...!

Exactly, time was pressing, so I said goodbye neighbor and came back again to the hut, on which this view has re-released the son of a prolonged cry of "Oh ... mother!"
What this meant in this case, just the recognition!
What he saw differed from the scary image of ruins, who remembered the last year.
grew from immediately accepting of this highly visual, thinking, perhaps, is not really that bad, and in spite of threats, and their foot here never set on the sea of \u200b\u200btears as I poured, already thinking about whether or not to buy this miracle ... My children, however, very fond of this place and feel like they will bump into here!

After all, there was a very enjoyable part of a day - that is spring-cleaning.
And I got dressed as soon as their work attire, and very pretty green-gray gumiaczki ... throwing himself with passion into her work, as if this all my life depended ... I felt right in his element, forgetting about Mirku, its maneuvers and throughout God's world.
Sunshine shining and it was wonderfully, and we bielilismy przycinalismy and trees.
And even a very happy little boy, he worked with like.
And I again felt the "wind in your hair" and the irresistible desire some sort of action i. .. a rising power and the immediate desire to insert their hands into the ground and sow and mow ... mason and i. .. "Move mountains"!
I believe that anything is possible! And when we sat
at the end of tinned Jablonka, and I looked after his unsuccessful beautiful, wild garden, who's son called the "chaszczowiskiem", and in which only in principle Jablonki presented themselves extremely well ... my breathtaking zaparlo ... and I felt absolutely happy.

And when the son photographed the house, I am I went to look for spring.

And I found her first, timid - Movie ...

... the awakening to life of the woods near the house

... in a delicate white zawilcach

... in a stream

zwiastonow Unfortunately there is no more ... because unfortunately got out the camera. But it's still not that important, since SPRING IS ALREADY!
Yours So all already very wiosennie!

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... and even in the face of the worst disasters of this world, persist in our endeavors, big or small ... in the everyday, the most ordinary activities, follow ... as if nothing had happened ... and in spite of everything. Thinking how good it is to live a moment.

I odganiajac all sorrows and darkest visions ... I close my eyes and I surrender memories, feeling under the eyelids of the unusually warm spring day ... and living over again that meeting ... It was May

last year. Beautiful month, although quite cold for this time of year. And I'm just beginning repair hut and not having to feel like freezing nights in the trailer, I decided to look for myself although some a little bit warmer locale. In a nearby village, I pointed out a house near the woods, where she lived a lonely old woman. Ms. Pelasia. I thought right away that this is something for me. And he was right.
Little white house near the forest was lovely. Such a touching starowinka with pobielonymi walls and flowers around, just like I like .. And the gate, which you do not ... was ... and open the door locks, as if inviting the entry ... I already knew, that it already is. My cup of tea.
went inside, looking around curiously, and somewhere inside the house I heard the merry voice: Here ... Here I am!
small house was suddenly some two rooms and kitchen downstairs, so I went and last saw them sitting in a chair smiling old lady.
stated the balls and identified himself with a smile as "niechodzaca ... almost", smacking me with it on both cheeks. And I stared at mesh of wrinkles on her face and intricately upiety silver bun. And when the old lady said: "A CHILD ... not poszlabys the cells after a tree?" I felt like a. .. HOME!
and then you just sat at tea, warming himself in the warm tiled stove and watching ... series, one after another! Because of their grandmother Pelasia is a big fan ... I gadalysmy endlessly, laughing from time to time with the heroes serialowych and everything, do not know why ... Oh, yes, enjoying, like two crazy teenagers.
And when the son rang, asking what's on. dpowiedziala grandmother. Like what? TV!

I was surprised that I took myself on the head these terrible ruins! ... instead of working a beautiful, trendy domeczek, like everyone around. And I say that I do not want domeczku pretty new, because I do not like houses with ... Prefabricated! I zasmie4walysmy August, wiping tears from your eyes ... Because

grandmother, besides this wonderful mesh of wrinkles and shaped, silver Bob, had a sense of humor. Rather inappropriate for the elderly and ailing same, even if they were not. But it just embarrassing. A grandmother was the complete opposite. And not only that she was not bitter, but on top of that was obscene ... merry! And wagged his hand casually, pointing at the bag full of drugs and those your balls ... saying with a laugh that sometimes feels like a skier, but that ... launched and somehow I can not!
And it would not be surprised if they suddenly had abandoned his crutches and ran laughing into the garden to look for spring ... ! Or suddenly started to climb a tree ...! Just like Astrid Lindgren, this from "Pipii L.", which is at the age of seventy-two years ... even climbed trees! Like a child! And probably because she could not quite stale? And perhaps that's why her books for children were so unusual?
Ah ... Then how she has aged beautifully, Now sighed, looking at grandmas Pelasie!

And when conspiratorial voice, with an impish smile, she said - "A well remove my child from the sideboard is naleweczke herbal ... because it palpituje my heart!" I knew that this time of memories.
Oh, it was Granny's rich life. And easy. Oh, nazyla August kobiecinka and in many survived!
war, hunger and ill-usage coincided with her participation. Hard work I also do not miss it. She was born six children. And not having the time take care of them, had to do it themselves, so we brought up older younger. And besides all this had to do everything at home, because she with her husband from dawn to dusk on the land and the cows and the pigs and harvested in the forest ... Oh, was that it was!
And now, she said once the laughter, it's probably all those children to me pozabierali, saying that it fails! But August brought up. I came out to the people. Oh yes! Grandma's six children are great people. I met them, as with any of them ever look a mom.

and sighed, how hard it was. And how it often looked hungry eyes. And when the bread was given with the greatest reverence, trying not to lose or okruszka. And as the years before, bought a television for children that, at bedtime did not have to ... neighbors walk. But the story. I liked her the most. And what a great joy was in the house. And like everyone else, the whole family with reverence, as a Sunday sermon, sat before the television to hear what's new in the world too. Then
spiewalysmy serenade from my grandmother's and youth.
Eh ... after grandma nalewce we had voices like the operatic prima donna!
and talked about how to repair the house alone one with his own hands. How difficult it was, but with all the advice they gave. And how was a widow. But do not worry because he has surely ... TV!

And I listened and wondered, what about life?
life where everything was so ordinary. Simple. Difficult. And beautiful.
work. Bread. Dom. This is what is most important.
Without any ornaments. The quintessence of life.

I palilysmy furnace carbon in the old kitchen. And it was the biggest celebration of how one Sunday gotowalysmy together a broth with the neighbor-fed chickens and jarzynek from the garden. And
own noodles, grandma's work. Rosol on a real fire, it tasted different. It's a real treat for body and spirit. I return to the tastes and smells of childhood, of my children's stays at Grandma's in the countryside, where the carbon pyrkal kitchen smelling of chicken soup, and great grandmother zagniatala the kitchen table pasta.
And the smell of noodle soup with its own ... remained forever. And now with their grandmother Pelasi REPEAT again those old flavors ... Menu in the form of soup.

five-star hotel Pelasi grandmother. So I named this object. I just missed the sign on the gate, which you do not have ...!

And my "suite" on the first floor, with a simple bed, a tiled stove and a view of the forest. Without bathroom, and even without running water ... was the most luxurious apartment, which I could imagine.
And amazing was that all this was so much ... True.


And it's worth, this was a long way to go ... trek from south to north, though for a moment to stay in a five-star hotel Pelasi grandmother ... I sit with her on the television series ... and soak up the stories, laughing with anything, just like that!
And then the power to tell these stories ... and write down i. .. show to the world.
I do not know how for you, dear, but for me, are the stories ... unusual.

And some photos of my wanderings ...

... and a road without end ....

... and old houses encountered somewhere along the way ...

... and an invitation to rest for the weary Wedrowca ...

.... and the first timid trailers spring of recent years ...

... and collection of weed ... somewhere along the way to herbal teas ... Yet here I was accompanied by my pieseczek, faithful companion of my wanderings ... unfortunately, who already is in another world ... look at me from above ...

... and hiking in the south ...

Unfortunately pictures granny cottage somewhere Pelasi wsiakly ... So will the next time ... and again to her small hotel near the forest will visit.

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Meetings ...

During my wanderings in search of a place on earth ... not fail to mention about Meetings. Encounters with people and not only. These rambles
was taking place as a rule, on foot, usually arriving at their destination, that is, to some bigger city or town, then walking the hire from village to village.
And also from the south, where she began journeying ... gradually wywedrowywalam farther and farther to the north ... Much to the water. I was drawn there. Until it was. I can see the water is written.

the way I saw many beautiful places ... and many houses, but everything was like ... IT is not.
and pulled me ... further and further. Until I came to the hut and Wladyslaw Helena ... and he remained HERE. Bearing some overwhelming feeling that this is what it all these years, was waiting just for me. As any purpose!

and met along the way many people. Different. How are the people. Strange and less bizarre and those ... quite extraordinary. And those that can not be forget ....

One such person is Mr. Mieczyslaw.
And so, one day, while being already in the north, I happened to a small villages, so wonderful, lit some extraordinary light that made you fell in ever greater enthusiasm, and my oh! and ah! ... there was no end. And suddenly, walking past the first buildings, through the sunlit canopy saw ... something very white ... and moved that thing ... I headed in that direction, sensing something extraordinary. I was not mistaken. My eyes appeared to an unusual sight.
Here before me in all its glory, shimmering in the sun white walls became ... clay hut, covered with straw thatch true!
held my breath at the sight of this miracle, coming closer. And when the door of the house opened, and went out with them starenki, August rung support bracket man, whose white hair harmonize beautifully with the white walls, acting how will a perfect whole, excrete a cry of delight.

Starenki house was, with those funny small windows and a big straw roof cap. But very beautiful. Surrounded by a fence, in front of the grid, on the side of plain wood, with whom pushing their way to mallow and sunflowers, the color, which has not seen anywhere else. Spun lazily from the chimney smoke. Old trees, fragrant linden tree in front of so many leciwe Jabłonki complemented the whole. On the window sill cat wygrzewal August. On the doorstep lay stretched in the sun dog. Stroz homes. Not far from well. And on the side of the roof oborka also thatched. "I had
as enchanted, unable to tear your eyes from the extraordinary view, how a simple house. And everything looked as if it was childish hand drawn ... as the children's picture! Everything was so perfect and so incredibly beautiful in that simplicity.
And when I stood, like enchanted, an older gentleman in my direction, made the sign of a hand, inviting with a smile and doing me a place next to each other on the bench before the house.
entered. I already ... Other.

And from now are friends - me and Mr Mieczyslaw. Mr. Mieczyslaw
counted for myself and ninety three years, and the house a little over a hundred. They were so nearly the same age.

Two years have passed since that meeting. And I'm caught in this extraordinary village and decided to light to remain in it, becoming a piece of land cudnego proprietress of old apple trees and overlooking the lake.
My Solitude. So I called this piece of paradise without water and electricity, far from the civilized world and the beaten path, which so unexpectedly, I have the.
And now I could, staying here in the summer, spend time with Mr. Mieczyslaw, listening to his stories, stories about yourself and your home.
And listen to what was, in fact, Mr Mieczyslaw survived two wars, the homeless, hunger, misery, the next strategy, the uncertainty of tomorrow ... CV, which could be enough for several lifetimes.
And despite such an extremely difficult life, remained cheerful and friendly, and gentle as a child's smile never fails to move his face. Man, what law he did not meet.
and talked about his life and how it came across to the former German clay house and how he then tore up. Sam. From what a few feet. With clay, straw, stones and trees. Uszczelnial Zlepial and moss. And last summer he taught me, and I scrupulously recordable step by step, how to lie down a straw roof. And he gave me his hand made tool for cane lying on its roof.
Tool I have just not put the roof of cane. Maybe someday ... Prone it yet.
And when one day he took out of the closet festive jacket, with suspended its six gold crosses of Merit for the country - was speechless. Mr. Mieczyslaw
-hero. Patriot. And although much has been written about him in the local press, he just did not think. The most important was for him the house and family. And that, in order to survive life with dignity. I survived, with dignity. A merit and splendor, sigh ... It waved his hand, not attaching importance, jealously keeping only the jacket in the closet.
Such a noble and upright man. Eh ... Now, what kind of fashion? Now, people referred to as super or cool. This new nomenclature. And in the village said to be the irony - the old man. And that's it. And no one except me, no longer wants to listen to Mr. Mieczyslaw, wondering what this old man also may have more to say?

A time when the young learn from the older wisdom, have already departed long since forgotten.
And today the village "elders" no longer will not learn anything.
Mr. Mieczyslaw. My teacher. Master. A friend, whom I had the luck to meet.
and how he regretted to hear about waiting longer then I renovation. I very saddened at the thought that will not be able to help me, because forces have left it. Most, however, regretted
myself.



Straw-clay Mieczyslaw house of the Lord, and he on his bench before the house.

My Solitude ...

... who is very fond of the local kennel and where one could always count on delicious every-bit.



... and for my neighbors fence-Men Male bovine animals.





.... cocks, hay, followed by a field of potatoes and the delicious little warzywek.





.... and a very happy mother, with her handsome offspring in the number of ... Sixteen!


one word: angelic-angelic. A smell of goose dizzy. That is my cup of tea.
And I ... oh well ... Absolutely happy ... with nothing ... and bearing absolutely EVERYTHING!

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A spring, and so once again ... come ...

... and I ... than ever this year, nohow, I can not enjoy those spring.
I did not even wait on her. And it's hard to admit, but I do it even ... I do not want!
I know it's outrageous ... but ... well ... i can not help it. And how much I would like this spring ... stop ... stop ... order so as not to hurry ... in order to have waited ... even a minute ... Such a little while ... because I am not yet ready!
course ... As for repair, which you are already herald spring is unwritten. Repair ... who have any pregnancy as the fate of me and kills inexorably to my door with this coming spring! And I ... move aside and pushes apart the visions, saying that I still have time to have enough time, surely even the winter, the snows have surely ... surely the cold ...
Only with time can not be deceived! Time clock and wake up the relentless beats so violently, pulling the frame, and it hurt ... with this very pleasant winter lethargy ... calling out, it's time!
And puts me on his feet again as a military policeman in the regiment ... not allowing any omission!

And so with the coming spring, on who did not wait, is fast approaching ... repair the new season! Ah ... I'm so glad!
I look at sites where my blog-friends, all those who are already doing something or begin to do ... digest mnie jedynie wyrzuty sumienia, ze ja nic. I nawet do chaty nie chce mi sie jechac. A trzeba by bylo pojechac, zobaczyc, ogarnac, pobielic drzewka, posprzatac...
Ech... Moj zimowy SEN... jeszcze trwa. A ja tak bardzo chcialabym pobyc jeszcze w tym zimowym, jakze milym ciepelku i nie zostac w ogole wybudzona!
I jak nigdy przedtem, nie czuje nawet checi do dzialania! I gdy przypomne sobie ubiegly rok i jeszcze poprzedni, gdzie moj zapal nie znal granic... i chcialo mi sie gory przenosic... Tak teraz... NIC!
Kompletna klapa. Pozimowa depresja. Zapewne. Depresja... jakiez to wspaniale slowo i jakze dobre usprawiedliwienie na wszystko. Na wszystko... czego nam sie nie chce.

Tak wiec trawiona wyrzutami sumienia, zaczelam COS wreszcie do.
COS, or penetration of the net stronek friends ... for repairs, the Building, the builder, their boards and advice ... at home ... the gardens. So in short, about everything and nothing. Thousands of information, because when you come to one side, just opening up next, and then again next ... for which no way did not enter ... because it is interesting ... and addictive ... and so are drawn into more and more new secrets of knowledge, with whom necessarily need to know ... ! Phew!
and after an hour is quite warm in August! Time lost, and little knowledge and only headache is unbelieveable ...!
came to the conclusion that the construction of a secret knowledge ... unavailable ordinary laymen ... While laymen ... August squeezes invoice! O yes! And it is precisely these invoices in the previous season, led me to ruin!
Oh, something will be hard to get into the renovation, the more so that in reality I have no idea where to start with at all! There is so much to do. So probably I'll go again to the element, as it was last year ... without a plan ... business ... estimate ... Without a clue about anything at all!
And no wonder, with the foreman to tell me and I lay no imagination ...!
Yes, and it just pushes the August invoice to laymen, which is lead them to ruin!
Even now when I remember his words, a cold sweat bathed me!

This year, the foreman and his entourage ... unfortunately, are not covered in my plans! With me must say goodbye ... and goodbye, though probably reluctant to do it. A woman - a layman, without imagination, is a pretty good facility for any kind of ointment, and professionals. So I'd rather
pick the so-called system. economy. Sam and naturally. A
finances or not I need to specifically worry about ... as that they do not have, in principle, because, unfortunately, will cost money threaten last year's professionals. This year will be at most so-Two - which is me, plus some ... Miracle man type!

Eh ... I dream of a man called. gold handle ... a true craftsman, passionate .... visionary ... so, who is a delight to old house ... will notice its beauty ... see the soul. Understand. Such a relic ... human type. Only where takowego look!? Already in the previous year I was looking for ... and doubted?

So slowly I begin to prepare for next season. And as for now I focus on the practices of so-called. spiritual, which is rely on oblepieniu walls, new affirmations, which are repeated by twenty-one days ... May do the trick ...! How well hang various pictures and clippings from newspapers ... mainly from the veranda of my beloved people whom have done it! And who is now, that your repair to mention with great joy ... as a wonderful adventure of your life!

So maybe someday I will proclaim the great euphoria:
- Nay, it was a fantastic adventure!
And for now ... and finding no understanding of the family closer or further, or in the circle with the "outside" lands batteries, looking at zalepione wall and believing that, and I will succeed!

primates So my password is:
"Do not be afraid to overhaul !!!!"

And next:
"The universe is everything, and the restrictions are only in you!"

And this, which I like so much:
"money is your friend, you are entitled to have them and manage them wisely, fulfilling your dreams!

And finally:
" Nay, this fantastic adventure! "

Eh. .. But it's probably the most like!

As further preparation must be replaced - the purchase of seeds and lavender maciejki ... because I dream of lavender fields and maciejkowe path ... whom I naturally walk in August ... Once it porobie!
So, though painfully, but this repair is going forward ... at least in my imagination!
I look forward to this ... nieupragnionej spring, which once again and so ... come!


... and will be again so breathtakingly beautiful ... as always.