A story about how small, inconspicuous flowers can be a real treasure, about love for nature and a simple way to preserve their beauty in the house.

Mountains are like a reminder of the eternal. When I look at them, even from afar, I feel how the tension goes away and calm appears. Their grandeur and simplicity at the same time make me think about the fact that everything in life has its own rhythm.

A story about how you can find real gastronomic discoveries and inspiration in inconspicuous places, as well as a recipe for a simple but delicious dish for a home treat.

Sometimes it all starts with something warm and, at first glance, harmless: “Write when you get”, “Who are you with tonight?” Or "I'm just worried." Caring ... or already control? The line between these concepts is thin. And it is not easy to notice the moment when love turns into an attempt to subordinate. Especially when everything is disguised as “anxiety” or “love”.

Everything begins beautifully: a new meeting, ease of communication, timid interest. But somewhere, against the background, the voice of the past quietly sounds. We look at a person in front of us - and we catch ourselves thinking: “He is not as jokes as he,” “She does not cook, like my ex”, “But everything was different in past relations.” And it seems that we are open to the new one, but the comparison has already happened. And with him is an invisible barrier.

If you've ever tossed and turned in bed for hours, counting sheep, you know how exhausting it is. Insomnia is one of those troubles that can sneak up on you and turn your whole next day upside down. But I have a little secret that helps me relax and fall into a sweet sleep - poppy oil.

If you think that poppy is only the beauty of wild flowers and an ingredient for baking, then it's time to get acquainted with the real star - freshly squeezed poppy oil. This is not just oil, but a real natural find for health and beauty!

I woke up early today. The sun touched the pillow, and I touched my cheeks. I stretched, yawned, threw on a soft cardigan and went to the kitchen to make coffee.

This was not a planned trip. It was... an escape. Not from someone — from everything.

Have you ever felt that a person... suits you? Not just like. Not just attracted. But as if everything inside freezes and whispers: "this is it."

If you've ever felt like a light bulb that shines brightly and then suddenly... just goes out — you know what burnout is. It's not just tiredness. It's when you feel empty inside, have no strength, and all the usual joys seem distant and unimportant.

There are days when I want to press Ctrl + Alt + Delete not only on my laptop, but also on myself. I'm tired. Emotionally, physically, mentally. My brain is like an overheated kettle: it makes noise, boils, but does zero good.

When the plane began to land, and white houses with blue roofs flashed under the wing, something in my chest clicked. I hadn’t even set foot on the ground yet — but I already knew: “Between us, everything is serious.” It was love at first... sun.

When I told my friend: "I'm flying to Greece for a fitness vacation!" - she looked at me as if I had decided to vacation on a construction site. "Are you serious? On a LEGAL vacation - to get up at 7 am and pump your butt?" Yes. I was serious. And, as it turned out, it was one of the best decisions of the summer.

You know what I realized after my first summer hike in the mountains? No, it’s not that I love nature. That was obvious. But that mountain mosquitoes are not just mosquitoes. They are mutants. With character. With cunning. With thirst. For my blood.

When everyone is booking hotels by the sea, I am strange: I pack a backpack, look for warm socks and go to the mountains. No, not because I am a snob. It's just that the mountains are a special state. The air there crunches, thoughts are reset, and you become a little closer to yourself.

When they told me: “Do you want to earn money quickly and honestly? Work as a cleaner!” — I thought: “Pfft! I clean the bathroom every weekend — what’s so difficult about that?”

I have one secret weakness... No, not chocolate (although that too). Not shopping. Not love dramas for the evening. I love cleanliness. And not just love, but fanatically. With love. With respect. With a microfiber cloth in one hand and a spray bottle in the other.

The morning was promising. I put on a white shirt in the style of "country chic", a hat like a French girl on a picnic, and even took a wicker basket. Everything screamed: "I am a gentle girl picking berries for jam and Instagram!" Reality screamed louder: "Bend over one more time - and your back will go on vacation without you."

Strawberry. Just say this word - and it's as if your mouth is already sweet, and your head is filled with the sun, June, a wicker chair at the dacha and ringing laughter. There are products that we love just like that. And there are those that become a part of us. I honestly admit: I am a strawberry fan, and I am definitely not going to change my "berry faith".