text and images britt-arnhild
Our neighbours have been away for a few days, and I was babysitting their garden.
Baby sitting,
or may be it is called garden sitting?
Anyway, this is the view I have from my bathroom window.
Every morning......over to my dear neighbour.
No fences.
My neighbour Inger spends all day during the summer months out in the garden. From early morning till late night.
Together with her daughter (who has a full time job),
she does a tremendous job of love.
The garden is huge, the two ladies have no gardener to help them.
Still, the grass is always perfectly mowned,
there are seldom any weeds to be seen.
A couple of years ago Inger had this little garden house built.
It has become a favorite place to gather friends and neighbours for a bbq,
coffee, or just a chat.
Inger also asked another neighbour to babysit the garden while she was away.
The other neighbour is so much faster then me, and had already done the job when I came over in the afternoons, early nights.
My "hard labour" consisted of walking around,
enjoying.
Often together with my camera.
Smelling a rose,
picking a bouquet of Edelweiss,
tasting a strawberry.
My neighbour is back, the work is done, the garden has survived.
And I walk back to The House in the Woods.
You have never seen The House in the Woods from this angle before, have you?
