As I've written before, I'm not a flower grower. Sadly, even my cacti won't grow. No matter how hard I try to grow flowers (and I absolutely adore them), they all die. I don't understand what's wrong. I strictly follow the care, watering, and lighting instructions, but they still dry out and rot. Thank goodness my animals are doing well—a cat, a rat, and a guinea pig (I adore them).
So, since I'm no flower gardener, I've found another hobby: I simply photograph other people's flowers. I'm building my own collection of floral beauty. And then I regularly set these photos as my desktop wallpaper on my computer or smartphone.
So, I'm happy to share with you my own photos of the beauty I've passed by. And I don't even know the names; I love with my eyes.
I photograph flowers in various parts of the Samara region. Sometimes, while strolling through courtyards, I see beautiful flowers in front gardens and near the entrances of apartment buildings.
Sometimes I go to the village to visit my parents. There are apartment buildings there, and there are also private houses with gardens. There, too, I pass by and immediately grab my phone to take photos.
Sometimes we go out into nature. There's a sea of wild beauty there too—the grasses, the meadow flowers…it's breathtaking! Here's a series of "wild" photos:
I also want to show you a huge dandelion! I've never seen it in bloom, but I often see it in the village already like this:
We also saw lilies of the valley this year. Incidentally, they're listed in the Red Book, and picking them is prohibited here, but that doesn't stop people. They wander in groups right along the shore, picking bouquets and selling them by the road. They're bold, not even afraid... But I love fresh flowers, when they're growing in the ground. Although I couldn't resist... (ha-ha, no, I didn't pick them) asking a girl who was picking them nearby to take a photo of a bouquet.
Here is another forest herb that grows with lilies of the valley:
I also want to show you, along with the flowers, the berry we picked in the fields, meadows, and hills. Everyone calls it a wild strawberry, but it's a large, meadow strawberry. Real strawberries grow in or near forests, are very small, and have a very fragrant flavor with a subtle hint of bitterness. Ours are "meadow strawberries," wild, but large and very sweet. We pick them and freeze them in small, disposable containers.