Remember when I was a kid, there was a big tree in Grandma's compound. Every spring, when flowers begin to come out of the trees, Grandma looks at them every day, and once they grow up, in small bags, she sends people to pick them, and then to make all kinds of flowers for us. Grandma is a man of the old society, but she doesn't have any idea of son preference. She loves our granddaughters so much that she can't eat for herself. To date, it has been remembered that Grandma's house had a very heavy cast iron frying pan and an iron lid, which makes pancakes. With the bouquets, Grandma makes them for us, and when you cook, you can't put any more oil on them, you make us greasy pancakes and watch us eat. We were little and we didn't know anything. We were often two or three kids waiting for it, and it was fast enough to eat. Now think about it, Grandma's supposed to eat too much every time, and he doesn't even eat it. I miss Grandma so much! I told my son and husband how nice it was when Grandma made us pancakes
To keep spring, nature is like a great mother, and never stingy to a child like us. There's an old herb tree not far from home, and it's there when we remember it, and we don't eat flowers, and when we're little, my brother climbs up and picks flowers for me in the bedroom. It's really good. I'm the first one to eat flowers, making cake, making eggs, making tea, cooking. Neighbors came to my house as guests, ate the bouquets I made, went out and preached, so in the past few years the flowers rose, and more people grew flowers in the yard, and every time spring came, the whole village was fragrance, beautiful, sweet..
