From today, perhaps because of the ISS again - the sky is coming down and what is known in Bern Pflotsch; parfait, the klebenbeibt on everything. Then Ű transition to rain, but already much acclaimed mimosa bends to the ground. I am so in your hiking boots and Kaputzenmantel. First, acknowledge and shake the Pflotsch of the plants, tying up with last Dieters using the mimosa to the upper terrace railing (terrain slope about 45 degrees, but behind the mimosa is already rammed a 10-cm pile, which also stops me). A branch could not be saved, which is now in Mu's vase in the living room. The rest of mimosa looks better than before, but the winter may have only just begun ...
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