Big Boobs Like A Joke

Mom and colors of the garden.

I've been away for three days. Poznan, visit Christmas We are patient. You know how it goes, "a man thinks, God kryśli." Umawiałyśmy on Easter. Snułyśmy plans as well that late holidays, may be warm, I will be flowers and greenery and jackdaws in the garden ... Suddenly a crash, from one day to the end of dreams, suffering, disease, and is such that it does not know if I ever Mama Garden, who so loves to see. I'll do anything, but if you succeed, I do not know.
Only Mama knows the garden like I do. She could walk on it several times a day, watching with great interest every plant. Admired the shapes, colors, smells, she is delighted that so beautifully. One thing is absolutely foreign to her, namely the name. Well, maybe not, pansies and tulips, the rest is black magic. I knew that the "high with pink butterflies," it budleje, as opposed to "low-pink with butterflies," because there was about sedum. We had their codes, I knew what Mom says - it's green benches nearby, the tiny blue and so dalej.Nie tolerate pruning shears and cut. It does not help the translation, it is necessary, examples, nothing. Torture plants, I'm bitter, everything bothers me ... Once spotted, it removed the one of the few larch trees, because they were too close together and should have been. I was convinced that they do not notice, did not happens with me so often. And yet. She walked around, checked, and perhaps there were, or measured, and I do not know how, but she noted. Whoa, what was happening.
My Mama. How much I wanted him to be able to see what happens now in the garden.
And here in May for the belt and the blaze of color in the young green. For me wonders!