I woke up later than usual today. More precisely, my mother woke me up late because she prepared breakfast a little late. Normally we have breakfast with my mother at 09:00 in the morning. However, we had our breakfast at 11:00 today. I guess she didn't hear the clock's alarm. I don't set an alarm just because my mom wakes me up anyway.

Our favorite breakfast these days is fresh cheese fries. We fry cheese at least 3-4 times a week. One of the advantages of living in the village is that such fresh products are easy to access.

After breakfast, we enjoyed tea with my mother in the garden. Fortunately, the weather has softened in the last two days. Now we can sit in the garden and enjoy the sun rays at certain times of the day.

My mom has been talking for a few days now that the roses in the garden need to be pruned. Normally my father would do this job. I guess it's up to me to prune the rose bushes now. There are 5 rose saplings in the garden of our house. All of them are different color. We have orange, yellow, red, white and pink roses. My mother likes to grow roses in the garden. About ten years ago on Mother's Day, I gave her a red rose bush because I knew she loved roses. I pruned the rose sapling I gave to my mother 10 years ago so that it will bloom better today with my own hands. According to my mother, the roses had to be pruned as soon as it was time to open their petals. While I was trying to prune the rose seedlings, I could not prevent the needle-like rose thorns from sinking into my hands. Although I was very careful, I missed a few rose thorns and realized how painful even a beautiful flower like a rose can be.

There is a proverb in our culture: "He who loves a rose tolerates its thorns."

I think you understand what this word means. It is necessary to accept the annoying aspects of beautiful things.

After the pruning of the rose seedlings was finished, I went shopping with my mother to the market. A vegetable market is held on Thursdays at the northwest end of our village. Since we have a big village, it has its own market. The population of our village is close to 2500.

Yes, my mother and I meeting our weekly vegetable needs from the village market. We bought leeks, spinach, cauliflower, cabbage, carrots and radishes as vegetables. Apples and bananas were also fruits we bought. My mother promised to cook a traditional Turkish dish called "cabbage wrap". It is one of my favorite dishes. However, the preparation of this dish is quite laborious. After the cabbage is boiled, it is cut into small pieces. Then, a mixture prepared with rice and various spices is put into small pieces of cabbage cut into pieces and wrapped. At least 50 small cabbage rolls are being prepared. The wrapping process should be done carefully, otherwise it will open and the food will not be as it should be.

In this market, besides vegetables, basic foods such as cheese, olives and eggs are also sold. In fact, we can call it a kind of food products market. We also bought a dozen eggs.

Yes, that's how I spent today. As someone who has lived in the big city for many years, I am trying to get used to the village life. Soon I can start raising chickens by setting up a coop in the garden.

Greetings to all of you love...