Yesterday's morning walk took me to a small village with the beautiful name Rosenheim - home of the roses.
I love to dream up stories when I walk, I have done that since I was a small girl. In Rosenheim it was easy to dream myself as a princess, or more a sleeping beauty. I would build a rose garden there and sit down to "sleep" with my eyes open for a hundred years, watching the roses grow.
Do you want to come over and share the open eyed dream with me?
For a hundred years?
