My Moms carrot pie *** Porgandipirukas

My mother possesses exceptional culinary skills. She excels in both baking and cooking, and her creations never fail to delight the palate.

One fine summer day, my mother embarked on the task of crafting a delightful carrot pie, utilizing the abundance of freshly harvested, petite carrots at her disposal. The endeavor seemed promising, and indeed, the result was nothing short of fantastic—until an unfortunate mishap occurred, and the pie met with an untimely demise upon the ground.

In the aftermath of this unexpected turn of events, laughter ensued. I found myself unable to suppress my amusement, and my mother, in good spirits, joined me in hearty laughter until tears streamed down our cheeks.

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Minu emme on üks maailmaparimaid kokkasid - küpsetab ja keedab ja kõik tuleb alati imemaitsev välja. Parajasti oli käes porgandite harvendamise aeg ja emme otsustas porgandipirukat küpsetada. Pirukas kukkus....esiteks kukkus välja ilus ja teiseks kukkus põrandale, mis enam nii ilus ei olnud, aga mina, kes juhtusin seda hetke pealt nägema hakkasin laginal naerma. Naersime koos emaga pisarateni!

Flower or paper? *** Lill või paber?

 



This flower blooms on the bush outside my apartment block, and it's quite a sight to behold. Its appearance is almost surreal, resembling delicate tissue paper with a subtle sheen. But despite its artificial-like beauty, it's all-natural. 

Any idea what kind of bush it is?

Selline ilusate ja huvitavate õitega põõsas kasvab meil korteriakna all. Ma ei tea mis taim see on.

Kas Sina tead mis iluaia liigiga tegu võib olla?

Love is in the air *** Õhus on tunda armastust..

During one of my delightful lunchtime strolls, I stumbled upon a fractured tree in the park, a casualty of a recent windstorm. My heart went out to it, and I found myself embracing the tree, silently wishing for its swift recovery. Upon parting ways with the wounded tree, I gravitated towards another arboreal companion. As I stood there, pondering the interconnectedness of nature, I witnessed an intriguing phenomenon: a verdant cascade descended from above, swirling gracefully before settling at my feet. This occurrence sparked a curious thought: could it be that trees possess a form of communication among themselves?

Now, amidst the myriad of splendid trees that adorn our landscapes, do you have a particular favorite?

Ühel mõnusal lõunapausi jalutuskäigul sattusin pargis tormist murtud noore puu juurde. Üks suur oks oli tüve küljest ära murdunud! Nii kahju hakkas, et tegin talle pai ja soovisin kiiret paranemist. Järgmise puu juures olles keerles õhust midagi rohelist alla ja langes otse minu jalgade juurde..Kas puud suhtlevad omavahel?

Mis on Sinu lemmikpuu?