The spring sun generously sent its light to the earth. No one could keep me at home when the sun was in the air.I had to leave, not knowing where my feet were going.
Today was one of those days. There was no one around me, just the child inside me. I was used to this quiet solitude, I loved this inner me. I found myself in the botanical garden of the city where I live. After walking 3.5 kilometers, I entered the garden gate, contemplating my harmonica-playing brain floating like a mirage of stars in the rest of the night. It was an uncalculated and unplanned development.
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My feet had made a secret agreement with my heart. It was clear that they had defrauded me to bring me here.There were a thousand and one kinds of plants in this garden. Their names and information about where they grew up were written on plaques on their heads. When I saw colorful tulips, I thought I was in a tulip garden in Holland. It's the season for tulips to bloom. It bloomed earlier than other flowers and was very proud. The other plants were not flowering because the time had not come. The scent of some of them wafted like musky amber.
Blessed with good weather, people with children and pet dogs came to play. I was in the same city and surprised I didn't see this beauty. It was painful not to be able to see the beauty in front of me. However, I have been to this park many times.
I think the botanical garden doors were closed. "How beautiful!", so many different plants with the same color and scent were born. Walking around, there were many cacti. It was the most resistant to airborne pathogens, had thorns, no thorns, and a unique beauty. They used their thorns to protect themselves from animals and humans. There was also a big one.
As a result, cacti with small growths, green, spiny and without thorns, whose main habitat is in the desert, have decorated our homes and gardens. They secretly knew many tricks. I sat there for a while, watching her in silence. People who like cockles are good people. She thought that if she liked the prickly cockade, she would also like people with flaws. She took a picture with them. "Goodbye, little friend," I said and moved on to other plants.