Gardenusage

I thought our garden to be great, we had a timber for balancing, but also 10 children could ride on it towards Laramie, a lawn full of moss and daisys, which was suffering yearly of our wild tabletennis-games, an own-constructed high seat, which never finished and so was replaced by a pond later, a hill with concrete-rings, for which my father was dreaming of a kind of waterfall (and never materialized) we kept cleaning every year, we children were raised pedagogical with reddish and carots and our cherries were eaten always by birds despite all thinkable preventions. But we had red currants in huge quantities which none really liked and our strawberries always died. The left is not our garden.