Hello everyone, Before the war, my family and I often went to the forest for picnics. It was our good tradition - to get together, take a basket of treats, a warm blanket and go to the cool shade of the trees, where it smelled of pine and freshness. We laughed, grilled kebabs, listened to the birds singing and just enjoyed life. But since the beginning of the war, I have never been to the forest... Now it seems so far away and inaccessible. Time goes by, but inside there remains a longing for those days when you could just be with your loved ones, not worry about anything and feel safe. How I want to take a basket of delicious food, a blanket, a thermos of hot tea and go away from the bustle of the city, to where only the rustling of leaves and the singing of birds are heard. Sit down on the soft grass, close your eyes and breathe in this incomparable scent of the forest... I believe that one day this day will come again. And when it does, I will definitely go on a picnic - with those who are close, with those who are dear. After all, such simple joys make us truly happy. Do you like to relax in nature? 🍃☀️