Gratitude for Messy

One orange ranunculus with white hydrandgea

Gratitude for messy moments,
with their lively, unstudied drama.

Gratitude for the fragrant earth with
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Prague’s Fairytale Rooftops~

Here is a new venue for the fairies. These photos make my heart sing. Cindy is very talented. Now I’m adding Prague to my bucket list. Have a fantastic week! Warmly, Brenda

cindy knoke's avatarCindy Knoke

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Prague, the magical fairyland……
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The rooftops fascinate!
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This is where the fairies come to dance, in this magical fairytale city.
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All of Prague is like a fairyland and when you are here you are sure the fairies are too.
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Who else were these rooftops built for?
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We of course can enjoy them, but only the fairies can dance up there!
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Feeling a bit nostalgic for Prague and I thought you might enjoy some images too!
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Okay….. so this isn’t exactly a roof, it’s a ceiling, but I included it because in Prague the things under the roof are just as beautiful as the things on the roof!
Cheers to you from incomparable Prague~

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Ends of the Earth Haībun

Definition of reverie: n. rev•er•ie (ˈrɛv ə ri) 
1. a state of meditation or fanciful musing: lost in reverie;
2. a daydream;
3. a fantastic, visionary, or impractical idea.
—  The Free Dictionary

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Mary Cassatt painted a woman contemplating a flower and titled the painting Reverie. I stared at that painting, reproduced in an Impressionist art book, struck by the name, a word unheard for years. I looked around the crowded Starbucks, and everyone was looking at a screen or talking intently to others. I wondered when was the last time I experienced a reverie. Do they exist anymore? Are they like the fabled unicorn, only appearing to young children?

round, red zinnia
smells sweetly of rainy days
tastes of summer

I remember reveries from childhood. One time I toasted a hotdog on a bonfire. It was burnt on the outside and cold on the inside. Afterwards, I felt sleepy, contemplating the fire. I had a twilight dream that I was the hotdog, burnt on the side facing the fire and freezing on the side away.

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