This is not a memory for these days. It belongs to springtime, a season I am anxiously waiting to come again soon.
That day we went to the high mountains with a group of friends.
A summer mountainous area in the north of the city, with a very bad dirt road, ruined and dilapidated, and only cars, SUVs, or pickup trucks could pass it.
At the beginning of the path, you encounter forests. Then, as you turn around the mountain, you climb higher through the jungles.
Then eventually you climb above the clouds that have accumulated over the trees. But it doesn’t stop there and you still have to go higher. a relatively dry dirt road, not much green. And eventually, a stream of water that runs through the middle of the road, like coming from nowhere all of a sudden and gradually Poppy, and chamomile flowers can be seen on the side of the road.
A little higher, the mountain grows green again. So lush and magnificent that it sounds ridiculous and unbelievable.
My friend and I started picking chamomile flowers for our mothers that day in a natural garden because we had heard that chamomile is good medicine for nervous and mental problems. We also picked wild vegetables, wild mint, and thyme.
While we were sitting in the middle of the chamomile flower plain, my friend made a wreath for herself by weaving chamomile flowers.
What a wonderful day …