Dear friend,
I would like
to share with you all my miracles. Some of them are funny and pleasant some of
them are sad and even anxious, and all of them are mysterious. I believe that
miracles happen every day. They really do.
Old apple trees
are growing around my house. Their branches pop in our windows and hang
over our balcony.
It's wonderful to live together with apple trees and look how they are changed everyday. One month ago they were wearing snow-white fluffy dresses, later they got soft green dress with small apple buttons. Yesterday the apple buttons were green and today they got red and crimson glows. Very soon they are going to be sweat and juicy apples. And fairytales will be hidden in every single apple.
It's wonderful to live together with apple trees and look how they are changed everyday. One month ago they were wearing snow-white fluffy dresses, later they got soft green dress with small apple buttons. Yesterday the apple buttons were green and today they got red and crimson glows. Very soon they are going to be sweat and juicy apples. And fairytales will be hidden in every single apple.
First apple story
Once there
was a princess named Pomella who was very different from all other
princesses. Every day from morn until
eve she toiled away in an orchard near the palace – her very own apple
kingdom. Every autumn at her command
heaped baskets full of the ripe fruit were carried through the gates and shared
far and wide throughout the lands of her father the king. But the king was not happy.
“Should a
king’s daughter be working in an orchard?” he asked.
“But,
Daddy,” she replied, “my dream is to grow a new kind of apple tree. One that isn’t afraid of the freezing cold or
a summer without rain.”
“Ugh,” said
the king, a frown on his face “Why are you filling your pretty head with such
horrible things? Much nicer to dream
about sweets from the palace table.”
Everyone
knew the king loved to eat. Every day
there was a sumptuous feast. The
enormous cakes, pies and candied dishes rolled out of the palace kitchen barely
fit on the tables. The king and his
guests would eat so much that their stomachs hurt, and most days they had a
hard time getting to sleep. But the next
day that was all forgotten, and the cooks were ordered to prepare another
mountain of delicious sweets.
The king grew fatter and fatter, his middle
bulging out like a barrel. It took four
servants to lift him out of bed in the morning.
Doctors were summoned from all over the kingdom to examine the royal
patient. Fat, they said, nodding to each
other wisely, fat in the heart and liver. They prescribed the strongest
medicines they could think of, but the medicines only made the king itch. Meanwhile the queen’s blood pressure was
rising, and one after another the ministers took to their beds. All of them were suffering from a lack of
vitamins, for it had been years since anyone at court had eaten fruit or vegetables.
Soon there
was no one left to run the kingdom, and the young princess put her foot down.
