A fairy tale about indoor plants for preschoolers

Fairy tale for children 5-7 years old

Educational fairy tale for preschool children “Green Hedgehog”
Author: Natalya Mikhailovna Golyshevskaya, senior teacher of MBDOU “Kindergarten No. 12” in Barnaul Purpose: this material is intended for preschool children Purpose: to expand preschoolers’ ideas about indoor plants Objectives: - to introduce children with features of appearance, structure, growing conditions of indoor plants; — teach how to perform labor actions to care for indoor plants; - develop curiosity, cognitive interest. Once upon a time there lived a Little Cactus. It was round, green and prickly. That's why they called him the Green Hedgehog. But he was prickly only on the outside, but in fact, the Cactus Child was very kind and sympathetic.

Recently, the owner separated him from his mother Cactus and planted him in a beautiful small pot. The little cactus liked his new house, but one thing upset him: plants unknown to him grew around him in large flower pots. But Little Cactus was sociable and inquisitive. He decided to get to know his “neighbors” better, because the Green Hedgehog so wanted to have friends! The first person the Cactus Kid dared to talk to was a plant with a thick, woody trunk, the round leaves of which looked like coins.

“Excuse me, please,” said the Green Hedgehog, a little embarrassed, “what is your name?” “People call me the money tree, people believe that I bring wealth and prosperity to the house, but scientifically I am called the tree crassula,” answered the tree. My homeland is the African savannah, so I love the sun. I also love it when my pot is turned from time to time, then I grow into a slender and beautiful tree. - Tell me, aren’t you bored of standing on the windowsill all the time? - asked Cactus. - No, of course, in winter I can watch what is happening outside the window, and in the warm season they send me “to the dacha,” that is, they take me out into the fresh air - onto the balcony. Here another plant with unusually beautiful leaves, on which bright red veins and spots stood out, intervened in the conversation: “And my name is arrowroot, I really love humidity and am afraid of direct sunlight, so I like it when the owner sprays my leaves with lukewarm water.” And I can also pick up leaves and fold them at dusk and even a few hours before rain, like a real barometer.

The little cactus listened very carefully to the stories of the plants, because he was still small and did not know much. An unusual plant grew in one of the pots; its dark green sword-shaped leaves with a pointed apex and light transverse stripes resembled fish scales. It turned out that this is a sansevieria, which is simply called “pike tail”. The little cactus even felt a little funny when he heard this name.

Suddenly the door opened and the hostess entered the room. In her hands was a pot with a very beautiful plant. “Meet this, this is your new neighbor,” she said (the owner often talked to her pets, because she believed that flowers, like living beings, understand everything and love when you communicate with them) “this is a fern. It will not only decorate the room, but also help clean the air from dust and harmful substances. It’s just a pity that the ferns don’t bloom, but they delight you with their varied leaves: huge, tiny and even curly.

The hostess put the pot down and left. So a “newbie” appeared on the windowsill. He quickly got used to the new environment and proudly talked about the fact that ferns are the oldest inhabitants of the Earth, existed along with dinosaurs and have survived to this day. So the Green Hedgehog not only met his “neighbors”, but also learned a lot of interesting and useful things.

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Fairy tale-parable “Magic geranium”

Once upon a time there lived a woman. Everything would be fine, but the woman lived in a very gray and uncomfortable house, and therefore she herself often felt sad, especially when autumn came. This woman was not evil, but she really loved to complain about her boring, gray life. Not a day went by without her going to visit one of her neighbors and complaining about her life. It seemed to her that others were always luckier than her.

One day, this woman’s neighbor, who was tired of eternal complaints, gave her a flower in a bright pot. It was the most common geranium that can be seen in any home. The neighbor said to the woman:

- This is a magic geranium! Put it on the table, water it twice a week, and you will see that it can work real miracles.

The woman was surprised by these words, but the neighbor was always cheerful and beautiful, and her home was so wonderful and cozy that she decided to try the magic flower. She brought the geranium home and put it on the table.

Two days passed, but nothing miraculous happened.

- How so? – the woman thought. She examined the flower from all sides. The geranium was very beautiful, with lush pink flowers, in a bright, elegant pot. “She probably doesn’t like standing on such an ugly table without a tablecloth.”

The woman took a linen tablecloth with embroidery from the closet and laid it on the table.

“No,” she decided. - One tablecloth is not enough here.

And she got to work. First, she washed all the dishes, washed the gray curtains and sewed elegant lace onto them. Then I took paints and painted the stools in different colors. But even this seemed not enough to her. She even painted the walls in bright colors and laid a knitted rug on the floor.

The day flew by unnoticed. The woman was so carried away by her work that she even forgot to visit her neighbors to complain about something. When a surprised neighbor stopped by, the woman greeted her joyfully and invited her to drink tea and pies.

- This is truly a magical geranium! Thank you! - she told her neighbor.

Grandma Fedora and Geranium (ecological fairy tale for preschoolers) Vorotnikova Lyudmila Fedorovna Once upon a time there lived a Geranium. Poor, unfortunate Geranium. She was once very beautiful. And now... What happened to her. The flowers withered, the leaves withered, and the roots had long lost their strength... The earth in the cracked pot asked for clean water... but no one could help either the earth, or the flowers, or the leaves. And Fedora’s grandmother was to blame for it all. Lazy and slob. She did not look after Geranium and generally forgot about her a long time ago. And poor Geranium tried with all her might to make the world around Grandma Fedora beautiful... but all her attempts were in vain. And then the day came when Geranium’s strength was running out... And she decided to leave grandmother Fedora. Left her. She looked lonely at the house in which she lived and left. Grandmother Fedora woke up in the morning and did not understand what had happened. “I’m not feeling well today, I’m restless and I feel bad.” What is it, why is this? For a long time, Fyodor’s grandmother could not understand what was wrong. But then a mouse appeared from behind the stove. - What, grandma, are you feeling bad? - Bad mouse, bad.. - Can I tell you why? - Why? - This is all because Geranium left your house. Only now, after the words of the mouse, Grandma Fedora noticed that the window sill near the dirty, dusty window was empty. “You probably don’t know,” the mouse continued, “but Geranium is a special plant.” Its aroma heals the human soul, calms, protects and helps to cope with all difficulties. “I didn’t even know...” Fedora sighed sadly. – But even if I knew... For all the time that Geranium lived with me, I never felt its beneficial influence on me. – Did you look after her? - What, it was necessary to look after? - Certainly! Water the soil, loosen it, nourish the roots. And she also needs sunlight... And look at your window - dusty, dirty! - Oh, what should we do now? - Grandmother Fyodor sighed. “Go and return the Geranium,” the Mouse simply answered. And Grandma Fedora walked through the fields, through the meadows... She walked for a long time. I came to the clearing. He sees her Geranium sitting all so poor, unhappy... She sheds bitter tears. - Geranium, dear, forgive me. I feel so bad without you. Come home, please. I will take care of you, look after you. Geranium forgave Grandma Fedora. They returned home. Fedora's grandmother planted the geranium in a new pot, poured new soil, loosened it, watered it, and also washed the window so that the sun's rays would caress the geranium flowers with their warmth and light. And the Geranium bloomed with happiness and filled Fedora’s house with a wonderful, beneficial aroma. Since then, Fedora’s grandmother has taken care of her Geranium and always takes care of it.

How a sprout got a name (an ecological fairy tale for preschoolers) Vorotnikova Lyudmila Fedorovna In one small town there was a small kindergarten in which small but very good children were raised. They loved animals, birds, and plants very much. The children, although still very small, were already able to take care of the inhabitants of their living corner. These were such good and obedient children. But when the kids went home and the kindergarten corridors became quiet, the plants and animals talked to each other. And then one day Lily, who was standing on the windowsill next to Begonia, exclaimed in surprise: “Look, next to me there is a pot in which there is nothing but soil.” “You know, dear Lily,” said Begonia, “I saw how the children diligently watered this land today.” “It’s strange,” Cactus sighed, “empty land, but they water it...” “And there’s nothing strange about it,” said the wisest of all plants, Fern. – Since our children are watering this earth in a pot, it means they are waiting for something. – What can they expect? – Lily was surprised. - Like what? A new small sprout that will appear from a small seed, which in turn is still hiding deep in the ground. - Oh, that's it! – all the plants gasped at once. – So, soon we will have a new pet! – I wonder who he will look like? - Begonia asked, and at once the plants’ suggestions began to pour in from all sides, because each of them believed that the sprout would look exactly like it. Meanwhile, the little seed grew into a small sprout. Once, when the indoor flowers were once again arguing about something unclear, they heard a thin voice: “Hello!” - Oh, just look, our little sprout was born! - Lily exclaimed. - Hello, sprout! – Begonia greeted. - What is your name? “I don’t know...” the sprout became sad. - That is OK. “Don’t worry,” Fern reassured him. “We all know our names here, they are written on the signs of our houses.” As soon as you grow up a little, we will see who you are like and find out your name. Days passed after days. Every day the children looked after the sprout. They watered it and loosened the soil, fed it with vitamins. And the sprout kept growing, gaining strength and filling the space around itself with a wonderful, soothing aroma. - What is my name? – the sprout was perplexed. – All the flowers around me have names. And who am I? Several more days passed like this. The sprout has ceased to be just a sprout. It grew and turned into a fragrant flower, with soft carved leaves, with small pink flowers, each petal of which looked like a small heart. The solemn moment has arrived. One fine morning, the children attached a name to the flower pot. “Geranium” was written on this sign, and at night, when the kindergarten was empty again, all the residents of the living corner noticed that the new pet now had a name. “Hello Geranium, welcome Geranium, how are you doing Geranium,” was heard from all sides, and young Geranium was incredibly happy that now she too knows its name. So from a small sprout a houseplant grew, which still lives in one small kindergarten, where small but very good children are raised.

Court perfumer (ecological fairy tale for older preschoolers) Nedina Elena Alekseevna In a certain kingdom, a flower state, the glorious king Abutilon lived and reigned. This was a real king: proud and even a little formidable, as a real king should be. In this flower kingdom, all the inhabitants had a lot to do, but those who served the capricious king had to work the most. "I feel hot!" - he could say out of the blue. And immediately, his servant, Ficus, spread his huge leaves over Abutilon and, like umbrellas, covered him from the bright rays of the sun. So the court perfumer always had a lot of work. And the king’s respected Geranium was the court perfumer. Her sister, Fragrant Geranium, also served the king - she was an indispensable assistant to the royal physician, Mr. Aloe. In addition, Mr. Aloe had another assistant, whose name was Doctor Bryophyllum. He became famous for being the best at treating a runny nose. And everyone knew Fragrant Geranium as a healer. It could quickly relieve pain if you had an earache. But, we got a little distracted, so let’s return again to the respected Geranium. You may ask why she was appointed chief perfumer of the flower kingdom? Yes, it’s very simple: after all, you just need to touch its leaves and you will immediately feel a wonderful aroma. Let's tell you frankly that some residents of the flower kingdom considered the respected Geranium to be a bit of a sorceress, but she herself was simple, modest and unpretentious, and did not consider her ability to create fragrances to be something extraordinary.

A fairy tale-legend about the good Geranium Tatyana Karpova We will tell you a fairy tale about “grandmother’s” flower, which is popularly called geranium, and its scientific name is pelargonium. This tale is about kindness, love and mercy. Once upon a time there lived a kind girl, Gerana, in the city. She was an orphan, lived with strangers and warmly responded to the grief of others. One day, on a cold, cloudy day, Gerana met an unfamiliar girl, she was walking and crying. It turned out the girl’s name was Eliza, she has a sick mother, and she really loves flowers. And yesterday she said that if there was a flower on our window, she would look at it and think about life, not about death. So Eliza decided to go to the rich gardener and ask for one pot, because he has so many beautiful flowers in his greenhouse. But he pushed her out the door, she fell, hurt herself and tore her dress. “Don’t cry, don’t cry,” she consoled her, but her heart sank with pity. I'll walk you home. The small room where Eliza lived with her mother was uncomfortable and gloomy. It would be happier and brighter here if there was a lush flower on the window, thought Gerana. And she stayed overnight with her new friends. She could not sleep, she kept thinking that, probably, many poor people would be glad to see beautiful flowers on their windows. Gerana's heart began to beat heavily. “Oh, how I would like to turn into such a flower,” she thought, “so that it would amuse and delight the soul, without demanding anything special for itself!” How much joy I would bring to poor people! “How sweetly I fall asleep,” the girl whispered, “I’ve never felt so good!” ...And in the morning, when Eliza and her mother woke up, they could not believe their eyes: on their small window sill, in a modest clay pot, a cheerful bush was blazing with large caps of flowers. He extended his green leaves to them, like tender palms. - This is a gift from Gerana! – Eliza exclaimed, “But she’s not there.” This means she left so early to bring us this wonderful flower. And soon the same green bushes appeared on many windows. After all, they easily and willingly took root, even from a small sprout given from the heart, and delighted people without requiring rich greenhouses. No one knew that Gerana’s kind heart continued to beat within them, but in gratitude and in memory of her, this beloved flower was named geranium.

A fairy tale about a geranium Galina Pletnyova In one flower pot there lived a little Gerania. She had everything - soft, warm and moist nutritious soil, light, clean air. It seemed like live and be happy, but she just couldn’t get used to loneliness, often remembering her mother Geranium, her strong stem, beautiful hats of flowers... Geranya still remembers the strong fingers that quickly and mercilessly pulled her out of her mother’s embrace and put her in a glass jar with water. After the roots appeared, she was placed in the ground, in this pot, where the poor child thought about her mother all the time, bitterly complaining about her unfortunate sad fate. Geranka was in complete decline, but the unexpected happened. One day a seed fell next to her - plump, smooth and very important. It lay down comfortably and fell asleep, waking up from time to time to drink some water and roll over onto the other side. Having become interested in her unexpected neighbor, the orphan forgot about her grief, listening to how the seed was breathing. Some time has passed. One day she heard a quiet crackling sound and, looking around, saw instead of a seed a thin, weak stem, which fearfully and helplessly looked with two tender leaves at an unfamiliar world. Geranka suddenly felt pity and compassion for him. Having hugged and pressed the stem to her, she whispered tender, encouraging words to him. When he got stronger, fluffed up a few leaves and could already hold his back on his own, Geranka carefully asked who he was. “Citrus,” the sprout politely bowed and in response heard the neighbor’s name. After a while they knew everything about each other. – You shouldn’t be sad, Geranka. At some point, children must leave their parents to start their own lives. I also had a mother and father, brothers and sisters, but I knew that separation would come and was ready to fulfill my destiny - to continue the Citrus family. That’s why I drink water and draw juices from the earth, accept any sincere help, trying to become strong, healthy and beautiful. Geranka felt ashamed: so big, but still reaching out to her mother, not thinking at all about her destiny. From that day on, life in the flower pot changed dramatically. The geranium helped the ward preserve new leaves, scaring away the insects hungry for tasty treats, and on cool nights covered the fragile body of the overseas plant, accustomed to the warmth, with its leaves. And Citrus tirelessly gave his guardian compliments that were pleasant to all the ladies, taught flower etiquette - to stand straight and proud, gracefully opening carved leaves, subtly exuding a unique aroma, attracting attention with bright, wonderful flowers. – Only the happy ones bloom! – the gentleman tirelessly reminded his young lady. But one day something almost happened. Those fingers that tore Geranka away from her mother began to persistently, albeit carefully, pull Citrus out of the ground, but Geranka clung to her friend so tightly that her fingers left the sprout alone. After such a shock, they realized how much they needed each other, and they tangled their roots so much that no force could separate them. Since then, Citrus and Geranka have lived, helping each other, enjoying every day, surprising others with flowers and bright greenery. They look at each other with a smile and think about the same thing: true friendship and selfless support will be able to cope with any troubles, and most importantly - to believe how unique, unique and desirable YOU are. And it doesn’t matter what language you speak, what songs you sing, what clothes you wear. It is important to know that the Sun shines equally on everyone, and everyone wants to live, fulfilling their destiny with dignity.

Parable “Grandfather and Geranium” Stanislav Dimov She was a small, frail little creature. A stunted geranium, seemingly doomed to extinction, with twisted, yellowed leaves. Grandfather picked her up from the neighbor's fence. - So, you’ll freeze, poor thing, frost is on your nose, however. Grandfather treated any blade of grass or blade of grass with reverence and love. He planted the geranium in a large, beautiful pot and placed it on the windowsill, next to the begonia and violets. Grandfather doted on the foundling. He doesn’t drink the milk or cream and pours it into the pot. Very soon, surrounded by love, care and affectionate glances, the geranium turned into a real beauty. The beautiful rose herself was jealous of her height and slender figure. The succulent, lacy leaves shone with a bright green gloss. Proud, majestic, she towered above her neighbors. One problem: the geranium did not bloom. Years passed, but the flower never pleased the eye, even with one single, inconspicuous flower. -Well, you dear, aren’t you blooming? What don't you like? Maybe I'm doing something wrong? – the saddened grandfather asked once again. -And she’s not ashamed, the damned one. Her grandfather dotes on her, but she feels sorry for the flower for him. What a lady. – Her neighbors whispered. Life takes its toll. Grandfather died without waiting for his pet to bloom. When the coffin was taken out of the apartment, they accidentally touched a geranium, breaking its crown. -Serves you right, heartless. Let's see... What will happen to you without your grandfather? - The violets rustled. After the death of my grandfather, the geranium was taken out onto the veranda - its lush greenery almost did not let in the sun's rays. The pot in which the beauty grew was too large and took up a lot of space. The geranium was transplanted into a small container. The flower was not watered often - the grief-stricken household had no time for it. A couple of months later, to the surprise of everyone, the geranium bloomed. It bloomed with unusually huge, bright scarlet flowers. No one has ever seen such flowers again... And only grandfather is an old, affectionate, caring grandfather who gave his soul to his favorite. I never saw it... -It’s too late, dear, you won’t bring grandpa back... The story-parable “Geranium in the Snow” from the book “Zatesi” by V.P. Astafiev A drunken man was raging in the barracks. His wife tried to calm him down. He hit his wife and she flew into the corridor. The kids ran away even earlier. The drunk man began to look for something to break. But everything in the room was already broken and destroyed.

Sad for the man.

And then he saw a geranium on the window.

A geranium grew in a leaky cast iron pot. They forgot to water it, and therefore the lower leaves of the geranium soon turned black, curled up and fell off. But the geranium gained strength and grew and blossomed. She only had one flower and from the heels of leaves that froze to the window at night, and like the stove was flooded, they thawed.

The man slammed a cast iron into the glass. A geranium fell under the window. The cast iron soil fell out into the snow. The man calmed down after that and fell asleep.

All night the geranium glowed under the window, still alive. The next morning it snowed and dusted her.

During the day, a man was covering a window with plywood and saw a geranium. It glowed dimly under the snow. It seemed like a drop of blood to the man, and he stopped working and froze heavily near the window.

And the geranium kept getting covered and covered with snow. So it quietly went out, and the man thought that it was better for the geranium to be quiet under the snow, and warmer, and not suffocated by the barracks.

Spring is coming soon. The snow under the windows of the barracks was washed away by streams, and the water picked up a stem of geranium with a wet black flower and carried it into the ravine. The root of the geranium turned out to be alive, and with this root the geranium caught the ground and began to grow again. But when two leaves came out and the geranium became noticeable, a goat found it in the ravine and ate it.

The root of the geranium still remained in the ground, and, having gained strength, it sprouted again. Then construction began and an excavator arrived. He hooked the geranium along with the sting with a ladle and threw it into the car, the car dumped the earth under the ravine, towards the river.

The geranium moved in the loose soil, tried to grow in a new place, but they kept pouring earth on top of it, and it could no longer grow, calmed down, and its root lost its strength under the weight and began to rot inside the earth, along with chips and rubbish and buried grass.

The hostess picked up the leaky cast iron pot and planted a tomato in it. The man did not throw the cast iron pot with the tomato out the window, although the man still drank and raged after every paycheck and was always looking for something to break and throw away.

HOME GARDEN (L.V. Skrebtsova)

One day Maria noticed that the beautiful Azalea was sad. “We need to feed her with vitamins, she pleased me with flowers for a long time and probably spent a lot of energy,” Maria decided. But the vitamins did not help, Azalea still looked drooping. Maria became worried and decided to look in books about houseplants for the reason for her poor health. But books didn’t help her either. Then Maria decided to go to a flower shop, hoping that they would advise her on something suitable. The store offered her the same vitamins and a variety of indoor plants. Maria couldn’t resist and bought two of them - the colorful, handsome Croton and the fragile blue-eyed Violet.

“Look who I brought for you, dear Azalea,” she said, entering the room with her new pets, “maybe you will have more fun in their company.”

Imagine Mary’s surprise when the next morning she saw that her Azalea had indeed come to life.

“So this is the medicine my beauty needed,” thought Maria. “She just needed friends who could comfort her so that, no matter what, she would continue to enjoy life.”

So the beautiful pink Azalea began to make friends. And that was very good, because she was still a little sad after she finished flowering.

And Maria, seeing how her favorite smiles when every new flower appears in the house, turned the room into a wonderful home garden, which she herself could not get enough of. Relatives and friends admired the miracle Mary created. Even people indifferent to flowers, when they came to Maria, felt something special in her house, which made their souls feel good and calm. They began to look closely at the flowers and even asked the owner about her pets. At this point, Maria could not be stopped. She talked about flowers with such passion and love that the guests, unable to bear it, asked her for cuttings of any flower they liked. And this flower became the very first in their own home garden.

Previously, Maria knew little about indoor plants, but now, with the appearance of each new flower in the house, she sought to learn as much as possible about it. Sometimes she wondered to herself: “How did I live without flowers before? After all, they help me so much: they console me and make me happy, relieve fatigue and even heal me. If you look at them, all worries go away.” Now Maria always hurried home to her beloved pets. Her joy knew no end when she was given some flower in a pot. Smiling tenderly, she told him: “Welcome, dear flower, to our kindergarten! Don’t worry, you’ll be fine with us!” And the new flower, which until recently was worried about its fate, immediately calmed down and quickly got used to its new family.

Even the white cat got used to flowers and loved them. When a new indoor plant appeared in the house, the cat importantly approached it to introduce itself and licked its green leaves, but under no circumstances bit them.

Yes, the flowers lived a comfortable and cheerful life at Maria’s. She learned to feel her pets so well that without words she understood everything they wanted to tell her. They looked at their mistress with gratitude and filled the house with freshness and beauty. “How lucky we are!” - the flowers whispered, watching Maria take care of them. “It waters us precisely at the moment when we are thirsty; supports us with vitamins when we become weak; opens the window wide when we feel stuffy!”

Maria watered her pets with soft water at room temperature so that the roots did not get cold, and the leaves and buds did not fall off her pets. She loosened the ground so that the roots could breathe easier. When the flower grew and it became cramped in its pot, she transplanted it into a larger pot, adding fresh soil to it. She did not forget to wipe the leaves with a soft sponge, and then the flowers shone and radiated freshness. While caring for the flowers, Maria spoke tenderly to them, questioned them, calmed them down, and even sang songs to them. And how the plants rejoiced when Maria fed them with vitamins - after all, this had a wonderful effect on their tender sprouts! The sprouts grew stronger, the flowers were calm about their own children.

The Tale of the Toad and the Rose

A beautiful and slightly sad story about the eternal confrontation between good and evil. In this fairy tale by Vsevolod Garshin, a silent but beautiful rose shared with the world a delicate aroma, which contained her love, prayer, and words. With its inner light, the flower tried to warm and delight all living things, living a short and bright life not in vain. And the nasty toad, who lives for himself and to fill his belly, was left with nothing.

A story about flowers for children 5-8 years old

Flower meadows
Author: Daniil Bukarev, student of school No. 401, Kolpino St. Petersburg 8 years old Leader: Efimova Alla Ivanovna, teacher of GBDOU No. 43, Kolpino St. Petersburg Description of the material: The material can be used as an introduction to the environment. I think it will be interesting and useful for educators, primary school teachers, and just ordinary citizens who love nature, flowers and everything beautiful. Goal: developing love for our native nature and the world around us. Objectives: - develop observation and attention to the surrounding world; — to cultivate a love for nature, a desire to appreciate and protect nature.

Today I want to tell you about the flower meadows that are located on our site. My beloved mother adores these clearings, or rather, she likes what grows in them. I myself am delighted with this beauty and want to introduce you to it. True, I don’t even know the names of many flowers, but over time I think I’ll learn and remember. Read and enjoy. We have a greenhouse, and very beautiful pink peonies grow next to the greenhouse. A whole bed of these wonderful flowers. We also grow white and red peonies.

We also have a lot of different tulips: double, regular, and there are tulips with two flowers blooming on one stem. And they are varied in color: white, red, red, dark burgundy. These beautiful flowers bloom very early. After they bloom, the mother waits until the stems dry, then digs up the bulbs, dries them in the shade and trims them. In the fall, my mother plants them in the ground and in the spring they delight us with flowering again.

Our whole family also really likes delphinium and phlox. True, this year there was a disaster; almost all the delphiniums froze to death. But we planted new ones and will wait for them to grow up. We grow different carnations, they bloom for a very long time and delight us with their flowering.

But the favorites of the garden have always been and will be roses and lilies. On our site there are probably 16 different roses and too many lilies to count. But mom buys and adds new seedlings every year. Neighbors come to us to admire and take pictures with my mother’s flowers. True, I photographed roses this year, they are just blooming. And cosmos is sown on its own and has filled almost the entire garden. But there is such beauty when everything is in flowers. Wonderful irises and daylilies also grow in the dacha. Why are the roots of these flowers bare? I always ask my mother how they grow like that. I tried to plant irises myself, but I buried the roots completely in the ground and they didn’t take root.

Of course, annual flowers also grow, we persuade mom not to plant them. There are so many worries with them, growing these seedlings suddenly doesn’t work out or doesn’t take root, it’s just a disappointment. But my mother always plants gladioli and dahlias, and at the bathhouse they always hang in pots and there are always petunias on the porch of the house.

We still have a lot of these wonderful flowers growing here: astilbes, clematis, asters, poppies, daisies and much more. Of course, mom grows vegetables and fruits, but flowers are her weakness. After all, in order for all this to grow and please the eye, you need to water, weed, loosen, and feed. Sometimes I help my mother water and remove the weeds that grow, but otherwise my mother says she can handle it herself. I want to wish you to love and grow flowers. They will delight you with their blossoms. Love all living things, Create miracles. And the world will become more beautiful, And the earth will rejoice.

Hope you enjoyed it. Until next time.

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