Winter of any year, flowers at the door, my grandfather sitting in his chair, waiting for me. Smell of the bush, aroma of the countryside, the colors of all flowers make nostalgia your sweetest longing!....I miss my Grandmother!

Stock photo: Winter of any year, flowers at the door, my grandfather sitting in his chair, waiting for me. Smell of the bush, aroma of the countryside, the colors of all flowers make nostalgia your sweetest longing!....I miss my Grandmother! was taken by imaaba .