In a magical garden, at a magical gardener’s, suddenly, out of nowhere, PUF, a new flower appeared. No one planted it, no wind blew the seed, it didn’t take many days for it to grow. In the blink of an eye, in literally a second,  a tiny cloud appeared, the one you probably know from comics, and as quickly as it appeared, it made its fairytale PUF and disappeared, leaving behind a small flower.        It measured only 5 cm (run to check with a ruler or measuring tape how small it is). It had only two green, small leaves, a thin, triple stem, but slightly twisted, looking like a braided braid. His roots lightly touched the ground,

In a tall tree, behind a long meadow, where the sun was shining from the blue sky and the wind blew warmly from afar, two titmice were sitting on a branch. One is a little taller with a yellow belly, little black muzzle and red wingtips. The second one is a bit smaller and has green-ginger-brown plumage. How unusual were these colors of these little titmice! Whenever she gently exposed them to the sun, they shimmered and gently reflected the rays, as if sprinkled with dust from the most precious stones. And so these birds sat and chirped together. They chirped about what they saw, what they had recently experienced and who they met along the way. And they always

In a magical garden at the very edge, far behind the oaks, meadows and hills, there was one special place. A place where an ordinary bear lived. A bear living in the garden? Isn’t this a place for butterflies, ants and ladybugs? Yes, absolutely! And yet, there, in a bear pit, he found his space, his oasis, his home, an old bear. Though, it’s true – he wasn’t always here. Even as a little bear, Sammy lived in a nearby forest in an area that did not belong to the gardener. It was an ordinary forest, similar to those found in our Bieszczady Mountains. In its nooks and crannies, far from the trails, frequented mountains, shelters and cotteges, a special

In the magical garden of the magical gardener, there were other plants besides daisies. There you could find roses shaped like lions, cherries with fruit which looked like women in dresses and corals, grasses with arms jumping in a circle, and many, many others. In the middle of this garden was a magical woodlet, where there were unusual oak trees that a magical gardener planted every 25 years. Those planted 50 years earlier already had bark full of dark gray hollows, while the very young ones, planted recently, had flexible twigs and smooth bark. There were also medium-sized 25-year-old trees that already had the first hollows in the rind, but still felt the flexibility of the youngest ones. They just

Lilka, a little beautiful 4-year-old blonde girl with curly hair, has just opened her eyes. She stretched, yawned, and hugged her favorite stuffed, long-eared rabbit tighter. She covered herself with the blanket tighter and was just about to lie there and stay as she was when she heard voices from downstairs. And not just any kind! She heard clanging sounds, quiet bustle, the gentle creaking of cabinets and a clatter. A clatter like a cup on a kitchen counter. Then she heard that one more special sound of the mysterious thing that adults call a coffee machine. All these sounds could only mean one thing – mom was already up ❤️ Lilka gently lowered her little bare feet to the

This is a simple story of a simple, scrupulous  and well-organized Mr. Ferret. A simple Mr. Ferret? What does that mean, you ask? Is it something in the posture of his ferret body? No his simplicity was manifested in something else – that everything is clear to him. After all, how could it be otherwise? Everything in life has rules, and he loves nothing so much as routine and firm boundaries of what-ifs. Mr. Ferret, of course, has his very structured and responsible job – he is the inspector of happiness in his galaxy. Every morning he puts on a white shirt, which he buttons all the way up to his chin. Then he reaches for a perfectly fitted vest,

Once upon a time… behind the seven mountains, behind the seven rivers, there lived a magical gardener. The whole world talked about his garden, where the flowers grew exceptionally beautiful. They were, of course, magical – planted in one soil, they could exchange what they had collected, and they all needed salts from the ground; pollen brought by insects; sunlight and water from a nearby stream. The gardener looked at his flowers from time to time and told them that they had to take care of each other and share what they had. Each of you lives in a different place. One has more water, another has more sunlight, yet another has salt from the earth. Please remember this and