From Oma
We have been taking, or rescuing, sundry items from Oma‘s pretty garden. She collected huge numbers of rocks and smaller stones she found interesting, or that someone gave her. Many people carried rocks down from mountains over the years. All of them ended up in her garden. Every one has a story, but I don’t know them. Now we have many of them, and I am making little rock gardens with them.
And we got the little bell tower. That has been a wish of mine for a long time, when Ona said, “Take what you want.” If you come for a grill with us, we will ring the bell when dinner is ready on the circle Platz.


















































