It’s always lovely in my Mom’s garden. There’s a small, old cottage covered in ivy, and every hour, a voice from the windows calls, “Come for tea.” This is the house where in the mornings, vermicelli with sausages is served, and for lunch, there’s always a deep bowl filled with okroshka, reminiscent of childhood.
Black Mane, as this place is called, has become, over the years, the most delightful spot on Earth for me. You can enter it through a modest gate, from which shady paths stretch out in all directions.
Here, the world comes alive. In the black currant bushes, hedgehogs bustle, sharing a saucer of milk; butterflies swirl above the hydrangeas, and a fluffy bumblebee collects the morning nectar. Beetles and spiders scurry back and forth in the grass. Everyone here has their own tasks.
In the small garden, cherries ripen in clusters, and the curly apple tree reaches its hands right into the windows. There’s no need to even step outside; you can pluck an apple, eat it, and watch from the ornate balcony as the neighbors gather ripe currants and overripe gooseberries.
Oh, the strawberries that grow here! Not a day goes by without strawberry milk soup with a crust of bread, and in the colder months, rows of chubby jars of jam line the shelves.
My Mom’s garden is a small floral paradise. My Mom’s garden – it’s almost a name of its own, well known among the locals. There’s every kind of flower imaginable. From bush roses and delicate peonies to plants whose names no one quite knows… Yet these flowers captivate with their elegance and tenderness, and knowing their names seems unnecessary.
All summer long, pansies bloom here, with their tiny and fragile petals, and in the spring, delicate tulips blossom. There’s always something in bloom, and even in winter, fluffy snow-covered fir trees decorate the narrow paths.
I love spending time here. Waking up with the rooster’s crow and going to bed as dusk falls. I love sitting in my room, watching as the warm evening light floods the space. It feels like the sun itself has come down closer to Earth, wrapping me in its embrace.
It’s especially beautiful here in the early morning, when the magical dawn scatters diamond-like dew, which sometimes rolls off a bush and unexpectedly chills your skin as it slips down your collar.
You can walk down to a small pond where frogs croak, or wander into a hidden corner rarely visited, where nature remains almost wild. Those places are the most wondrous of all.
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