Sometimes it's something smooth, like the whisper of rain on the window 🌧 And sometimes it's an explosion of emotions, when the whole world disappears, only music and me remain 🎧✨

If it were possible to describe Easter with one smell, it would be the aroma of a fresh Easter cake, a slightly crispy crust and melted icing with powdered sugar. And a drop of vanilla that tickles the nostrils in the morning. It seems like the holiday was specially created to make you believe in good things again.😄

Spring is the wind. The kind that ruffles your hair, drives the clouds and whispers: "forward". It bursts through the window and brings the scent of the sun, flowers and something elusive, like the first feeling. Spring for me has always been like a slight excitement - like before a meeting with someone important, whom you've been waiting for a long time.

I think spring is not just a change in the weather, it is a return of yourself to yourself. After the winter silence, after internal hibernation, when everything seems to have frozen, spring comes, and with it — me. It has so much light that I was missing. Every morning becomes a reason to smile, because the sun is no longer hiding, but is truly warming. The wind carries the smells of blooming trees, wet earth, new things.

A lot. But how delicious it is! With every piece, with every bite of Easter cake

Easter is not just a date on the calendar. It is a mood. It is a morning when the house smells of vanilla and slightly burnt edges of Easter cake. It is a time when even an ordinary cup of tea seems special. And you seem to return to childhood.😄

Guess what? This Easter is about to be extra special, and I’m not just talking about chocolate bunnies. For the first time in forever, Catholic and Orthodox Easter are happening on the same day!

Easter is not just a holiday for me. It is a special mood, the aroma of warm dough, a ringing laughter in the kitchen and napkins with embroidery, which were carefully stored all year long. Something as native that from childhood was etched in the heart as the best tune of spring 💛 I start preparing for Easter long before Sunday. For me, this is not about "I need", but about "I want". Bake Easter cakes is a ritual. In my family, they are kneaded with love, patience and good mood. I like to watch the dough "breathes" and grows - it seems to come to life in anticipation of the holiday. And every time at this moment I think: how many more women now, in their homes, also give a part of themselves to this process? And even eggs! 🎨 Once upon a time, my grandmother and I cooked them in a onion husk, tie the threads to get patterns. Now I experiment with beets, turmeric, even red cabbage - natural colors are charming and unique. And every egg is like a small work of art.

Honestly, I’ve made a decision: the day I meet a guy who offers me the last slice of pizza without hesitation — that’s it. I’ll marry him. Or at least give him a very enthusiastic yes to a second date.

When you feel lost in your own thoughts, when plans collapse and all that lies ahead is a fog of uncertainty, the rain offers freedom. It washes away the chaos, cleanses the air, and fills everything with freshness and new possibilities.

In every country Easter has its own taste, color and atmosphere. Let's take a look at how the day is celebrated in different countries.

Each of us brings our own past and a suitcase of habits and expectations into a relationship. Often those very “flaws” are what make a person unique and alive. Why snuff out that spark instead of learning to fan it in fresh ways?

More than just a drink, coffee is a moment, a feeling, a daily love story. In this cozy blog, I share my favorite types of coffee, the quiet health benefits hiding in every cup, and my personal rituals for sipping it right. It’s about mornings that start with aroma, not alarms — and the little joys we choose for ourselves. Come for the caffeine, stay for the romance.

Easter always starts with church for us.

Every year before Easter, I collect a basket with special love.

Our festive table is a whole story.

In a world where schedules are written down to the minute, and children look at screens more often than at the sky, there is one very simple but underappreciated miracle - a walk together in the fresh air. No, it's not about "letting them run because they have to". And it's not about taking a cool photo for Instagram. It's about connection. About those moments when time stops, and you are just there.

My friend, if you're reading this, it means she's already somewhere nearby. Cold, independent, a little arrogant, but insanely attractive. The Snow Queen. A woman who doesn't buy into banal compliments, isn't driven by status or a wallet, and won't "mess around" because you want to.But if you're stubborn and a little romantic, listen carefully. As a woman, I'll give you some tips on how to get around her icy armor and touch the living heart underneath.

For me, spring is when something clicks inside: that's it, I'm ready to live again. Without winter apathy, without gray thoughts. I want to wear light clothes, listen to loud music, drink tea in the sun, dance with joy on the balcony. Or just sit and catch myself smiling for no reason.

The wind plays lightly with my hair. Birds are singing somewhere in the distance, and the sun is breaking through the awakened trees. And I stand, slowly. Just allowing myself to be. Not running. Not checking my phone. Not thinking about what's next. Just standing.