Every winter I look forward to going to grandma's in the village. There is a special atmosphere there: the snow lies in fluffy drifts, the air is crystal clear, and the house is warm and crackling with firewood in the stove.
Grandma always greets me with a smile and delicious treats - pies with jam, hot tea with honey... Could there be anything cozier? She also has a big blanket, in which she wraps me up, like in childhood. I love walking along snowy paths, feeding birds, helping grandma with housework. And in the evenings we sit by the window, look at the falling snow and remember the past. Appreciate your loved ones while you can... they will go away, but memories will remain. Anna