The morning of first march… It’s still cold outside, but it already smells like spring! This day is always special for me. The day when I remember an old story…

Many years ago, a boy liked me a lot. He took care of me long time without any encouragement from my side. He tried to impress me, but his efforts were in vain, I didn’t even seem to notice him. When young, all of us at least once fell in love without reciprocity. Oh, love…

On first march, somebody unexpectedly rang on my doorbell. When I opened the door, I saw that young boy shyly standing right in front of me, with a beautiful bouquet of mimosas and with a martishor. That was the first time I saw him in a different way. I even don’t know why, but I feltso special thankstothat act. Since that day, mimosa is my favorite flower (I also like lilacs and peonies), and martishor is my favorite accessory for the spring.

Many years have passed, I can’t even barely remember the name or image of that boy, but I will never forget his gift. The gift of spring…love and youth.