Indian summer came on Friday. Unfortunately it disappeared on Sunday but still we really enjoyed the two pretty days. Mom and I went to the grandparents’ garden to pick up some rowan and to catch some sun light.
On Friday we went alone. As we went by car, I could spend the time sitting in my removable car seat on the loan. I was looking around through the small meshes of the mosquito net and kept happily “singing”. From time to time a wasp tried to get under my net but without success. My protection shutter was perfect. The black-yellow fighters had to leave. They probably went back to look for some forgotten plums, which could hide somewhere behind flowers in the flower beds.
Mommy diligently picked the little black balls of rowan. She was standing on old unstable stepladder and kept putting the balls to a small bucket underneath. Sometimes I could hear the balls running on rubber pavements between flower beds because mom didn’t always send the balls to bucket. Soon her hands were all red from the juice and her hair was all slatternly from the branches and wind.
The sky was beautifully blue, just the wind blew with strong breath. It reminded me of a kids poem “Blow, blow the wind…” and than, suddenly, the wind did really blow and almost did put down a little pear like in that poem… actually - no, not a pear because there are no pears on the garden…but my mom. Mom caught on the tree and was swaying in the rhythm of the wind. Luckily both my mom and the tree survived, the stepladder did not break and mom did not break any arm or hand either. We left for home with three buckets of rowan, some tomatoes and flowers. In the evening mom made cider from the juice of rowan and the will also make liqueur from the juice.
On Saturday we went to the garden again. This time I was in my pram and mom kept pushing me. We also took Aja with us and sometimes it looked like she was walking alone without us. When mom called on her she did as if she did not hear. Aja does this from time to time but usually it ends with her being belted on the leash again and having some wind in her fur. After this she usually does not talk to my parents for the whole afternoon.
Just before the last hill we met my granny. She was cycling to the garden too. There was some rowan left and it had to be picked before the birds would do it. Mom parked my so I could watch her and granny and than she took the stepladder again. Aja helped a lot. She kept walking around and picking the balls which fell on the ground.
Than, Aja got tired of looking for the missed balls of rowan and she went around the garden to have a look at the flowers and I guess she also met some wasps. Than she found out there was a whole bucked of rowan on the grass. Why to pick sole balls when you have the whole serving prepared in from of you… But mom saw her and she retrieved the bucked and hid it. Poor dog! Aja tried to find the bucket again and than she lied down next to my pram and she was probably digesting the vitamin C she ate.
We all came home tired but happy and relaxed. The sun makes miracles.
On Friday we went alone. As we went by car, I could spend the time sitting in my removable car seat on the loan. I was looking around through the small meshes of the mosquito net and kept happily “singing”. From time to time a wasp tried to get under my net but without success. My protection shutter was perfect. The black-yellow fighters had to leave. They probably went back to look for some forgotten plums, which could hide somewhere behind flowers in the flower beds.
Mommy diligently picked the little black balls of rowan. She was standing on old unstable stepladder and kept putting the balls to a small bucket underneath. Sometimes I could hear the balls running on rubber pavements between flower beds because mom didn’t always send the balls to bucket. Soon her hands were all red from the juice and her hair was all slatternly from the branches and wind.
The sky was beautifully blue, just the wind blew with strong breath. It reminded me of a kids poem “Blow, blow the wind…” and than, suddenly, the wind did really blow and almost did put down a little pear like in that poem… actually - no, not a pear because there are no pears on the garden…but my mom. Mom caught on the tree and was swaying in the rhythm of the wind. Luckily both my mom and the tree survived, the stepladder did not break and mom did not break any arm or hand either. We left for home with three buckets of rowan, some tomatoes and flowers. In the evening mom made cider from the juice of rowan and the will also make liqueur from the juice.
On Saturday we went to the garden again. This time I was in my pram and mom kept pushing me. We also took Aja with us and sometimes it looked like she was walking alone without us. When mom called on her she did as if she did not hear. Aja does this from time to time but usually it ends with her being belted on the leash again and having some wind in her fur. After this she usually does not talk to my parents for the whole afternoon.
Just before the last hill we met my granny. She was cycling to the garden too. There was some rowan left and it had to be picked before the birds would do it. Mom parked my so I could watch her and granny and than she took the stepladder again. Aja helped a lot. She kept walking around and picking the balls which fell on the ground.
Than, Aja got tired of looking for the missed balls of rowan and she went around the garden to have a look at the flowers and I guess she also met some wasps. Than she found out there was a whole bucked of rowan on the grass. Why to pick sole balls when you have the whole serving prepared in from of you… But mom saw her and she retrieved the bucked and hid it. Poor dog! Aja tried to find the bucket again and than she lied down next to my pram and she was probably digesting the vitamin C she ate.
We all came home tired but happy and relaxed. The sun makes miracles.
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