flowers [Theme]

Many lush, proud flowers bloomed in the garden, and the less fragrant they were, the more important they became. The peonies were puffing out their cheeks - they all wanted to become bigger than the roses; Is it really a matter of size? There was no one more colorful and elegant than tulips, they knew this very well and tried to stay as straight as possible in order to be more conspicuous. None of the proud flowers noticed the small daisy growing somewhere near the ditch.

Chamomile looked at the happy fluttering songbird with some special respect, but did not envy her at all and was not sad that she herself could neither fly nor sing. I

All the children sat quietly on the school benches and learned from their teachers; our chamomile also sat quietly on its stem and learned from the clear sun and from all the surrounding nature, learned to recognize the goodness of God.

Chamomile didn’t care at all that she was such a poor, simple flower that no one sees or notices in the thick grass; no, she was happy with everything, greedily reached out to the sun, admired it and listened to the lark singing somewhere high, high in the sky.

I love you forever, until eternal peace...

What is love, if you think about it? Has anyone been able to give a clear definition of love? Many people believe that love is when the happiness of a loved one is placed above one’s own and becomes the goal of one’s whole life. All this is very beautiful and romantic, but the reality is not as simple as romantics would like. It is very difficult to find a person whom you can make happy with impunity, without fear that he will sit on your neck. You give a woman flowers once, twice and a third time, and on the fourth she asks: “Where are the flowers?” and gets offended. You tell her “my money is your money”, she is happy, and then one day you find your wallet empty and she tells you that you don’t earn enough. You promise to devote all your free time only to her, and then Zhenya calls, says that there is an urgent matter, you take off and leave, and she throws a tantrum. Only stupid and inexperienced young men can believe that love is above all else; it is almost impossible to maintain such an opinion for a long time; over time, you inevitably become a cynic.

Instincts become sharper...

In the garden of friendship, let understanding be the soil, patience the water, and kindness the sunshine that produces flowers that stand the test of time.

In the garden of time, where moments bloom and memories take root, cultivate flowers of joy, cultivate seeds of kindness, and let the scent of gratitude float on the wind. As we tend the garden of the soul, we discover that even through the changing seasons, beauty remains.

Flowers do not compete with each other. They just bloom.

- Champagne from two glasses? This is something new in floriculture.

In a big city, where there are so many houses and people that not everyone can secure even a small space for a garden, and where most residents therefore have to be content with indoor flowers in pots, there lived two poor children, but they had a garden larger than a flower pot.

While she was wondering what to answer, Andrea took her palm and placed a flower in it. It reminded her of how the poet Mario Vazzo placed a fragile flower in the palm of her mother Pina Vella. As a child, she did not understand the meaning of this gesture. Now I understand.