It was a quarter past one in the afternoon when my phone rang. It was Carolina and she was looking for my place. She was near the neighbourhood center and could see number 78. So, I told her I didn't have a clue where she was, since the neighbourhood center is located at the other end of the neighbourhood. 'The number 78 with the ugly grey curtains isn't your house then?' No! I don't have grey curtains, mine are yellow. And my house is pink.
For some reason I then went to see outside. And there she was, hating my curtains, but at the right address (yes, yes, I don't know my own neighbourhood). Well, what do you say to someone who hates your curtains? Welcome, I am Mara!
After a quick cup of tea and a muffin, we got to work. Boy did we get to work. Pulling weeds, cutting branches, replanting plants. I found roses and blackberry bushes. There were plants smelling of lemon, hedge plants and two Christmas trees (I planted them myself). We cleared the path, found more path, found plastic bottles, glass, nails and a plastic shovel.
Right now everything hurts: my toes, my legs, my back and my arms. And I just know I will have difficulty moving tomorrow! But it was worth it. The garden looks great now. It needs a bit more work, but it should pass inspection now. And all thanks to Carolina!