Snow in May,
A thunder storm came in Calgary on the night of May 23.It had already started when I was leaving school at 12:30 midnight.
A day before I was talking with Mr.Bill, an officer in our faculty, about his tulip garden. We were talking about the appropriate climate for growing tulips. I told him that I have a sister whose name in Persian means tulip and I have always wished to design her a colorful garden full of tulips. Mr.Bill replied now that you love flowers, I will pick some of my garden tulips and bring them to you the next morning.
When the snow came, for the whole night I was dreaming of Mr. Bill’s garden and what could happen for his garden.
The day after, I saw Mr.Bill in the hall way, he told me that the snow has destroyed the garden and it now looks like a salad! He told I wish if I had picked the whole flowers for you the night before.
A day before I was talking with Mr.Bill, an officer in our faculty, about his tulip garden. We were talking about the appropriate climate for growing tulips. I told him that I have a sister whose name in Persian means tulip and I have always wished to design her a colorful garden full of tulips. Mr.Bill replied now that you love flowers, I will pick some of my garden tulips and bring them to you the next morning.
When the snow came, for the whole night I was dreaming of Mr. Bill’s garden and what could happen for his garden.
The day after, I saw Mr.Bill in the hall way, he told me that the snow has destroyed the garden and it now looks like a salad! He told I wish if I had picked the whole flowers for you the night before.
posted by Bahar @ 16:34
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