As I promised yesterday, I’m not done with magic. Here are twenty more occasions when I could feel it.
Yesterday most of the photos were from Slovenia, whereas today we start there with seven photos from this summer, and then move back home to Tuscany with some photos taken on day trips with our most recent visitors.
Judging from only these, my life is a constant source of beauty and magic, and it is, but there are also moments that don’t get reported or recorded or recommended or revisited. Just so we’re clear. Those are the times when I can use some of your magic, and I do. Thank you for that.
As you go through these, I hope you will see how it was absolutely crucial to do two posts this week. Thank you to everybody in the photos and to Katja for taking the group shot.
As you go through life never forget to be on the lookout for magic. If you won’t see it, somebody else will.
The magic of calm togetherness. Fifty years in November. A magical dog-walking spot in Piran. Ljubljana, my city: “I’m not addicted to reading. I can stop immediately … after reading this chapter.” The magic of growing up in a place with such ads. See what I mean? The magic of pride and joy over what you’ve done. Sis and her burek. Magic: The gathering of Duba people. We used to spend our Augusts together in the little village in Croatia. Photo: Katja The magic of uncle’s maple. When I returned home, my neighbours, the three geese of the apocalypse, came to tell me they were worried. They used to be four. The magic of a new beach and entering the highest waves. Cala del Gesso. The magic of peaceful coexistence. At least during walks. The magic of extended pack. So great to see all the happy faces! At Lake Burano. Right there. I always spy on this house. True magic at work here. The magic of new growth. Haven’t spotted these before. The magic of a truly surprising dwelling place and turn of events. I never saw Tuscany coming. We live down there somewhere. The magic of finding a new lookout from Capalbio. The magic of the old world. Capalbio church. The magic of the last light. Dogs are allowed to enter if they behave. Terme di Saturnia: The magic of a warm river. The magic of the familiar. The magic of red hardy thorny balls. We could all use some.
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Leya of To See A World in a Grain of Sand…: Magical