Hello to the warm and sweet days of summer, to the scent of damp earth in the garden, and to the soothing songs of birds who’ve always been witnesses to my efforts 🌞🍃
Today I’m in the heart of my orchard—this place I’ve grown up with, where every corner holds a memory. The plum trees, their branches heavy with fruit, are like a mother waiting lovingly with open arms. I’m carefully and lovingly picking the ripe, colorful plums and placing them in boxes—boxes that fill up with hard work, patience, and a deep love for the land.
Harvesting plums isn’t just about picking fruit; it’s a form of care… a kind of respect for nature, which has worked silently for months to bring this moment to life. Every plum feels like a reward—from the very first blossom to the smile on my face as I gently pick it.
Thank you for taking the time to visit my post and for supporting me with your kindness. Your presence here is a true encouragement, and it’s this beautiful energy that keeps me going with love. 🍑🌿