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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?