As my grandfather taught to selhoztrudu (funny!)

Location - the house in Krasnodar

I remember, years 10 -12 was me. Grandfather had a summer residence, 4.5 weave. With a tiny brick house. True. That is, it was necessary to go with a transfer, then a long walk. The bus went rare, and in the opposite direction was packed full of Icarus.

It had a lot of unusual on the site.

• The vineyard is very well maintained with different varieties.
• Fruit trees with vaccinations. On one tree can grow quince, apples, pears, on the other cherries, all different varieties.
• Of course, there were vegetables.
• And a variety of colors. I remember high gladioli; large (in hand) rose.

To my surprise, my grandfather did not allow cut fresh roses. Could all tear and is, and can not be cut roses for a bouquet, until they fade will not start. Especially appreciated cream rose with pink tints. Yes... My grandfather was a terrible sentimental. And these roses I did not see any more.

The work in the country for a teenager

We came with her father. Typically for me was this: be sure to work, then walk. Jobs are different every time. I knew that my grandfather wanted me to not reworked. It was funny how small the job turned out to be, and how difficult grandfather invented what I have to do.

Here are a few, each for a whole day:

• Collect raspberries. I go, bring a cup of raspberries, obviously after me can still collect, but I do not see any more. "Well, eat!"
• To plant flowers in 10 wells ready
• Instill a sprig of cherry on cherry in splitting with the help of her grandfather

Grandpa wanted me to remember: first run, then walk. Of course, I remember :) Walked often one of the pond, in the field where grown between wheat red poppies at the dacha streets. Then it was safe.

Why am I writing about this

In one of the comments my reader wrote: "This is my childhood recaptured all the hunting to those cases vegetable garden, and parents love them."

That's why I remembered his wise grandfather and his lessons. It seems to me, so be it, as he did.

At my mother's left of the garden of pleasant memories. Father went missing in the war, and the garden was on the two girls. In the 10 years from the well had to carry buckets of water to 2 (at a time, because there was a lot of need). A girl was fragile, though, and strong ...

I wonder what you think about this?

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