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.

Spring doesn't come right away. Not like a button - click, and everything blossoms. It creeps in - timidly, in a whisper, starting with the smell of damp earth, with the first birdsong in the early morning, with this strange light feeling under the skin: soon.

Yes, yes, I am officially single, slightly romantic and a little... um... clumsy. 😂😂There is a funny story about this further, I promise.

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Yes, yes, the one that can milk a cow, start a tractor in half a turn and can distinguish hay from straw even with her eyes closed. 😄

I just want to congratulate you on Easter in a human way. Without high-flown words and loud phrases. Just in a real way - with warmth. With hope. With a feeling that everything is not in vain.

For me, Easter is the aroma of homemade pastries from the very morning. And although I like to experiment, there is a recipe that I return to every year ❤️

This year we put together a children's basket for the first time 🧺 And I decided to make it not just a "little adult" one, but a truly child's one 💛

I already knew what I would wear for Easter, two weeks before the holiday 😄

My daughter is already an adult. She is 18. And it is… a little scary. But also very touching 💛