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And after May ...

What a shame. Passed by the finest and shortest month of my feelings. Myk and after May. Is the longest in November. This can be a drag on forever. I'm afraid it anyways since St. Anki, which is "cold evenings and mornings. I hate to fall. Yet nobody has heard of autumn depressions, and I knew that something must exist. She experienced them each year and the only way I could talk about them, is that it I was talking about a desire to be a bear, badger, or other, if only to sleep autumn, winter and wake up so late February. Yes I do not like that I think about it. And here begins in June. Month bee, because a name borrowed from bee larvae called maggot, now appearing in hives. Just upojnym miodnym linden blossom scent of linden honey. Bee swarms are raging in the sweet bloom until June imperceptibly turn into July, well in July, "Anka" ... Why? Why is it so sad is rushing to the October and November and hated? There could be slower?
Looking at the rain the window crying, again, I could not believe it was so.

Last floksy.

First firletki.

jasmine flower,

Thyme.

Peony.

accent.

Surfinias.

Rose.

Petunia.

on the terrace of the stuffy smell jaśminowców. Assignment of these spaces under the terrace, it was a hit idea.
wonderful colors, but also has its shades of green. Both images from skalniaka.

last look i. .. MAY goodbye. Inbox waiting for tomorrow's work.

Yours still gaily.

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garden craze.

Garden craze. Yes, just so you can call it that makes me even us caught up. Maybe it comes with age, but probably not, because I know that many young people also falls in IT. Maybe THIS is inherited in the genes, but I just like it did not have the right address, and besides, probably leads in such research. So I do not know of already is, where does the sudden urge to have a garden, to severe, and often even Sisyphean, I would say work. For babrania August in the ground in silent awe of its warm, friendly structure. Is it normal to get pleasure from touching mix of various calibers of gravel and organic remains, well, because in the end this is the soil? So many times I ask myself, why me? And nothing. I think, I'll talk to itself and then do what must be done at any time and to convert, not knowing more how to garden craze takes.
Well, maybe sometimes there is little response. Then, when almost everything done, I say "almost" because I never end, it is nice and warm and milutko, what I have read and sat with integral cup of coffee in a quiet shady corner. Then, when the birds sing and fly through, I begin a little to understand that without a garden going crazy, never concerned that I was experiencing the heady moments. Moments of rest in your garden. Enjoy the silence, smells, noise of the trees. Ecstasy is short-lived because suddenly start Questions appear in August, followed by actions. Do birds have a water drinker, I do podlałam today hydrangeas in pots? "He gets up, check, or the end of the break, and already appears garden craze. Just come back, a little coffee, yet, no tell the truth, the cigarette, but actually I already naodpoczywałam and start to look for, where they were rakes, where I put garden shears, a garden craze triumphs ... Do you have such experience? Comfort, write that I'm not alone ...
Fiol M. is in another form. Gardening equipment. Mowers, scarifiers, siewniczki and other growling. Garden hoses, sprayers, shears, and all teszt. I always coddled, Housing clean, ready for use. Besides all the tools for woodworking, which move it is doing something new, and no lawn. His pride. Emerald, dense, beautiful. I would suffice in a more natural, but his craze for something like this would not allow it. I understand. Worse is jnną vegetation than grass, although it recently surprised me with the name "bergenia" and it WAS bergenia. Because I already use the name "cabbage". For sedum great still says "sprouts" and so let him be.
So each of us has her going crazy. Fioły, which fortunately occurred at the same time, as seen cooperate, complement, and not part of the road.
question where they come from is still unanswered. Maybe someone knows it? Napiszcie.Pozdrawiam gaily-terminally, and pachnąco jaśminowo.

And this is my only rose. The only, but for that, how beautiful!

and beloved thyme. Indestructible, and requires no caissons for this fragrant.

And here, beware, the latest work, tarasik leisure in the corner coffee. Swing received a floor-terrace, not to move it for mowing. Well, that umaić, ugaić that was nice.

tarasik Pine.

Umajenia ugajenia the price mark-casings, which finally found their place.

bukszpana Duet with Hydrangea.

Japanese Euonymus.

sianoksów time. Neighbors skosili meadow newspaper did cubes, winter supplies will go to the barn. And it makes sense. For God's sake, what they think about our haymaking? No mania, just eccentric.

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Swarm. Potted

swam up the company in the garden, particularly with the fir tree, a few days, but I did not know who they are. Wasps, bees? On the hornets were too small. Not to come. I'm not afraid insects, but I remember a terrible pain in the bite of a hornet and a lot less, but definitely unpleasant, following last year's wasp sting. Today I had a nice visit and a walk we saw THIS. I've never seen a swarm of bees. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of insects and protect his ogrzewających queen ... Nature once again amazed me, delighted, and gave food for thought. Over his wisdom and wonder.
beekeeper friend has to come out and take a swarm. I hope that he succeeds.
A was supposed to be about kwiatkach. Is the Bees, no but a bee garden.

Yours May / honey.

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dizzy.

the end of each season, I swear to myself that the end of this and it will be a definitive end. No more pots and other containers. The end of the wearing, carrying, watering, and besides, I wrote about this already. And what, I do, again, I'm wearing, I move, and watering, watering, watering without end. Well I know, are like some hydrogels humectants, but as I see these measures in a store, do not buy it, because the end the pots, and I think, I do not have, because I was supposed to be the end and begins to spin a vicious circle.
How this for me? I do not know, do not count, so as not to know. So as not to upset that more than a year ago. But every day and sometimes twice, unless it falls in the morning or evening, I start my ritual dance with the turnovers and numerous relapses. From the tap to the pots and back.
I guess I will not promise you any more, apparently, and yes I will. Before the last trip
mandated watering M.
-watered You?
-I.
-And you know what?
-Flowers.
-Know where and what?
-I do not know, write.
I did I'll stick with.
terrified. That was not enough. Two terraces, the terrace entrance, przedogródek on szambie, the correction of one second and the third, in the woods. no i have heath. Heathers on acidic sandy permeable soils like frequent watering in the morning. Do not embrace, break up, pomarnuje ... Seized, did not neglect anything. After the penultimate podsuszeniu beloved hydrangeas, this time I found everything neat. I thanked him. Then I found out that the sharply falling into ...
began in rozpisce away from the entrance.

Then przedogródek. Required special attention because of the baby and propagated bonsaiowate hosts.

After rebates with different names in different places.

even a new area in the woods, where I did try out a command willow roach. The task for the patient.

fence is intended to protect plants against the activities of the scythe, which is the mowing area.
And so it looks like, maybe fifth, potted garden. There is something to do, but somehow, despite abuses can not imagine gardening without containers.
tackled with spinach. I know very few people he sows, because frozen at the store replaces the rigors of preparation. But when I tried what I grew up, I wonder what we eat in the frozen? Grass? Three years ago, I did not think even a vegetable garden, and here, the spinach.
Deszczyku wish, because for me something bad.

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I'm home.

few days in Poznan and the subsequent observations of what can be seen from the windows of the train. Spring dirt hid in green and will look in the autumn increased rate, because the horrible people they are not harvested, and produce new batches terrible waste. Everywhere bloom beautifully and smell tawuły.
Once my sister, delighting the neighborhood in which I live, asked me what a beautiful cliffs can be seen on the horizon. I live on the plains and the rocks are no nearby will not find, So I had no idea what he asks. We could not get along until they showed what was going on. You know, what was the "rock"? Mass flowering Spirea in the distance. Well the fact, for the complete layman, he could be a massive limestone plateau in Wielkopolska.
The city also smells, especially in the "my", residential area. Fragrance is a blend of blooming flowers in the gardens, gas, soil and wet asphalt podeszczu. I like the smells, I have to let the sentiment, it smells like my old city life. New neighborhoods also "maintained in the green." Once again, I look to City Park, the new center residential and retail space created in the historic former military barracks. The historic significance of the place, watched over the city realized investment restorer. Architecture refers to this settlement, which was there once, both in terms of facade elements, architectural details and the composition of the divisions of the facade. Still
Old Town, the surrounding streets, cafes, gardens, shopping arcade and a second with a coffee break, successful unplanned purchases of beautiful cotton trousers and satin mini-jacket, both of clothes in a lavender color cudnym [you know, how it feels so good], the only meeting with his beloved friend and now. Already I felt an urban woman, recharge the batteries and I can go back to the countryside. Ubabrane jump in a moment the earth pants and blouse takąż in wellingtons or adidaski, depending on the weather, entangled in her hair some pine needles and hay, and be at home. Although ... where is my "at home", I really just do not really know. Wsiowo-big-woman out of me. I do not know whether this may be in nature, but is. I so am.

tawuły bloom everywhere.

Rhododendrons in City Park.

Discount grass at City Park.

Green Town.

"My neighborhood"-the view from the window.

Well, I came back. Several days and many changes in the garden. Grew, blossomed, everything boils May. Vegetable garden overgrown with weeds and spinach. I made spinach harvest. Zblanszowałam, posiekałam, popakowałam and the freezer. M. looked and found that even look at it can not. He does not know what is lost, but because I do not know the guy szpinakożercy.

Do you like spinach? I love it. Maybe some interesting recipes?

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Furniture, furniture and other duperelki.

remember our first garden furniture - a huge stock of grubbed stareńkiej apple, two plastic chairs and a bench from the recovery of the two trunks and boards. It was spring, the house during the renovation, the garden is gone, and then the taste of coffee, joy, that once the the fallow garden will never forget. Creative and plastics were used throughout the season until autumn storms were joint chair for a neighbor. Garden was created and had to furnish it. The first set, patio furniture, bought after a season with the repricing, the next, the second terrace, made a carpenter of larch planks, third, the woods, we bought the ads for the buck. Furniture had plenty. But, as it happens, I looked carefully, what's new in this field. Every season something new, something beautiful, and of something more expensive. I liked to know. During the next viewing is often stumbled on a metallic babydoll made from stoliczka and two chairs in a furious blue color and I was wondering who it buys such it was ugly. At the same time, almost the same zestawik, this time in a furious blush, I saw a letter in good gardening. And very nicely it looked like the green. I looked up again the blue, I przecenionemu. Not enough for anything I do not like. Until the fall ... price slid to 35 zł. Oh, there was no-brainer and has been my babydoll. Poniewierał is nowhere he would not fit, until the moment when there was anything on what to put in a corner with a swing. A little table would come in handy ... good hammer paint the color blue bujawki and repainted in green and finally found his place. Never
know what and what may come in handy. Powyrzucałam unnecessary, like so many old things I very much regret that now, and occasionally buy new and old, and gather himself in the attic. What gathering? Baskets, bowls, boards, old furniture and other duperelki. Finally, the attic needs to do something to serve ...

oldest garden chairs from my parents. A valuable souvenir.

A furniture here in the woods. " Willow gives us valuable shade and there until the afternoon sun does not reach.

furniture larch on the upper terrace. And now the blue changed to green, but in general you can not see

material for panels, bought in a shop known a few years ago because he was nice. Useful up? Handy.

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And here and see the price! Already I look around, I have the chair in the attic. I have plenty of logs, but how it connect? But seriously speaking, I like it, just as it sits on?