Uncle Nowruz Is On The Way

Spring is coming. Nowruz is on the way. I can hear the sound of uncle Nowruz's horses' hooves, rushing toward me. He is bringing blossoms to bare lands. That's how I always imagined him, an old man with white beard, wise eyes and kind smile. I can hear Hjji Firuz plays his tambourine...Hajji Firuze Sali Yeruze...
Back on those days that I was in my hometown, when greengage trees were blooming at grandpa's garden, yellow dandelions were coming out of ground, pale pink blossoms were covering peach trees, I knew spring was there. When our dogs were going crazy and giving each other romantic looks, I knew love is in the air...
We used to gather all by the "haftsin" table, while waiting for last seconds of old year to pass on...tic tac tic tac...Happy New Year.
All the family kissed and huged each other. My dad used to gave us our gifts and then all of us used to head to my grandpa's place where my aunts, uncles and cousin where gathered. These are part of the most precious memories that I have. When grandpa passed away the family union was never like before, but still lovely.
I missed being with my family for four Nowruz. I am not going to complain about that . That's life..I should go with the life train instead I am having my own Nowruz with Nima.
I am trying to make it just like what we have back home as much as possible. I don't want loose this lovely tradition. I will pass it to my kids one day...
Happy Spring everybody, wish you a year full of good news, heart warming incidents and sweet surprises...(The picture is from here.)

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