The peppers that my mother planted
sweet osmanthus
Pumpkin pie
This weekend the temperature rose, early in the morning and can not turn out the short sleeves, suddenly want to eat pumpkin cake, take the child to the old sister's house together to make pumpkin cake, originally planned to let the mother do, who knows that the mother went upstairs to watch TV, do it yourself, the first time to do, and the old sister to cooperate well, cut the pumpkin, steamed pumpkin, steamed well mashed, plus flour in the pot steamed, not bad, there is a taste of childhood memories, the mother picked a lot of their own kind of peppers for me to take home, although I don't eat much pepper, although it looks very spicy, I still brought home, the osmanthus flowers in the old sister's yard bloomed just right, we took the sheets spread under the tree to shake the branches, picked a lot, remembered that the grandmother had to collect a lot of osmanthus flowers every year this season, left us to make tea, she has left me for many years, every time the osmanthus flowers are fragrant season will think of her, I think we are more not picking osmanthus flowers, but the nostalgia of grandma, some people say that it is easy to be sad, love nostalgia is the rhythm of aging, probably yes, cherish the relatives around you, adjust your mentality, look at life, It's all a beautiful, pyrotechnic weekend!