Real fairy tale in the country: "The mill that" worships "a stork."
Bought in the city a plot with a house. Thought we will come to the country. And somehow it is imperceptible for ourselves moved from the city.
The plot was in a terrible state, but, as they say, the eyes are afraid, and their hands do.
Do not claiming her husband, gradually began to make a real fairy tale from the former grief. Trees were planted, currants, raspberries.
And of course flowers. Flowers are generally my passion, they have me everywhere and all sorts.
There were two grandmother-ends in the garden (b), a house for them made a husband. Equipped forest glade (a).
Made a mill that "worshiped" a stork.
Through the ditch they shifted the Mo-Stick (B). Scribed hemps, knocked - well, why not a couple (e)? Almost everything is done with your own hands: Funny bolobges are obtained from plafones, from plaster and foam rubber - wonderful mushrooms, from foam cutting out all sorts of birds (g, e).
My husband and I do so much in the winter period that we do not know in the spring, for what to take before.
And on weekends, grandchildren go to the country - and immediately in the garden: "Granny, and what is new to you, who else have settled in your garden?" I know. All joyful.
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