The beautiful and fragrant Roses, remind the happy childhood days...

Hello, my dear friends and family, how are you? Today, after a long time, I am really happy and hopeful. Because I was able to get the attention of the lovely green baby. I'm glad I was able to use my first account again. I'm glad to have my kind friends by my side again. I visited all my friends again in my articles, and I was revived with your kind comments. I thank God that I am here again today, and you, my kind family, are around me. God bless you. I ask God to see your eternal health, happiness and success...

I hope I don't have any more problems, and I will always have you, my dear ones, by my side. Days without you are hard and very sad days for me.

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I love you so much that I can not bear to see your sorrow. But yesterday, I saw my dear friend @Belozoriana, who is still burning bit by bit of her existence in the fire of war. My heart burned for her. How can I be happy, when my dear friend doesn't feel safe under the roof of her home, and the sound of war is constantly ringing in her ears.

I wish I had the power to save the world from any kind of war, evil and insecurity. And create a paradise for the inhabitants of the earth. I wish I could stop people from dying, and sow the seeds of joy, peace, and hope in their hearts. In one corner of the world, war is raging, and in another corner people are grappling with natural disasters. Maybe all this signals the end of the world. I don't know anything. But whatever it is, I know what can be expected from the earth and nature when people do not have mercy on their own kind. Perhaps it is the actions of human beings that have angered the earth.

Humans kill each other somewhere in the world, and the earth vents its anger at these human actions elsewhere. And why should there always be innocent victims in the meantime? I ask God to protect human beings in His shelter. For Belozoriana, my dear friend, I pray that she is always well, both physically and mentally, and that God protects her and her loved ones... 🤍🕊️

These days, spring is showing up even in my house. And with her beauties, she charms me from morning till night. Look at this beautiful branch of my creeping rose plant, how beautiful it tries to enter my house with its branches. At night, when it gets cold, I hardly have to take its branches that are full of thorns and flowers out of the house and close the window.

This rose plant, its flowers smell so good, that just a few flowers that have entered the house, has caused the smell of roses to permeate the house, and makes me more intoxicated by the spring air these days. I usually pick the open flowers and put them in water. Picking flowers, of course, from the tips of the branches, helps the rose plant, which can bloom more flowers, and become more full of flowers. I put the roses that I pick from the branches in the water on the table, and I enjoy their beauty.

When I see and smell these roses, I remember my childhood and my school days. When I went to school, on the occasion of Teacher's Day, my classmates' parents would make a lot of arrangements for our teachers, but since my mother was always at work and didn't have much time to take care of my school, on Teacher's Day, I woke up earlier in the morning. And on the way home from school, I would stop by the rose bushes on the way, pick a few flowers from each one, and on the way to school I would try to put them together beautifully. When I got to school, I had a beautiful and colorful bouquet of roses, which I presented to my teacher, while the other children had their hands full of colorful gifts and glitter bouquets. But the bouquet I had picked with my own hands, and even in some places my hand had been injured by the thorns of the rose bush, was worth more to me than all those glittering gifts.

I was proud of myself, that along with other children, I also have a gift for my teacher, which is the result of my own taste and the injury of my hands. Maybe my wild rose bouquet was worth more than all those luxury gifts... ❤️🌹

Lead image source: Captured by my phone.