To be beautiful
Our household plot is small (I live with your parents), so that under my passion of the lads gave a little. I undertook to develop a plot for my future flower beds. The plot was very overgrown: a lot of wild cherries, bunuana, buried and nettle. Armed with an ax and hacksaw, I began to clear the territory for a future flower garden. Neighbors said: "For whom do you do it?" And I answered: "For myself, it is beautiful." And thank God that he did not listen to anyone.
The first pancake is although coma?
At first I planted unpretentious plants: Blue forget-me-not, yellow irises, blue and pink cornflowers,
Malva, Pelargonium. I decided that for the first year it is very good. And the spring came. I waited for the first florals of forget-me-not, but ... I did not wait. Someone at night pulled out everything with the root! Pluckled, he felt. Soon, the irises began to be blown up: I looked at the evening, I walked, I was glad that in the morning should be blown up. In the morning - the same picture: everything is spoiled. True, thieves still left me one flower in love to admire. There was a queue of Pelargonium, but then I was calm, I thought that there would be no case to these floweries: and I don't look very much in a vase, and the bouquet of them do not collect. But here I was wrong. Vandals simply threw all the inflorescences and left on the flowerbed.
Patience and good
This is how my first summer has passed at the desired place. Already thought no longer start, but then calmed down. The truth is said that time heals. A new spring came, and I again took up work. The next summer losses were small, even the mood rose. For the future season diversified the range: Petunia sazhal, Duram, Flox, September, etc. Summer was good and without loss. Probably, people began to get used to beauty. I wish the flowers not to lower your hands as well as patience and good. All of us will succeed!
Hello. Two years I plant flowers on the lawn in front of your entrance. It's beautifully, brightly. And petunias, and chamomiles, bells. I also sowed and cut regularly. Two trees planted, small still, green. Many, together with me rejoice. But in the first year I stole petunia and calendula, together with the land they carried away, and now I saw a confused flower beds from the window. I went up. I walked and so upset. Chamomile is trimmed in barbaric, as well as everything turned out of the ground, roots are lying around. The most beautiful flowers are dug and worn, everything is sweeping. Do not do anything?! We have a camcorder. But a little is not a sense, somehow they are not serious about it. That's when the cars robbed, quickly found the guilty. But after all, on the seeds, the land also my money is spent and part of the soul is invested, labor and time. I can not sleep now and sleep. From insult.