In connection with the fact that I went to work... my garden turned into a branch of the reserve "Step Strelecka" :crazy:
And then came the day, I swear.
My husband stopped me screaming. He asks to wait with the barrel.
He jumps into the garden and......... brings me a bouquet of flowers, fields (from the garden :D ) - all kinds of chamomile there, vasils, clavier... proudly handed and accompanied by the words: "well, and now go missing, you have long been gathered to give you flowers".