Once upon a time, there was a garden, where flowers ...
... in allen Formen ...
... of different shapes ...
... and colors were blooming.
Some of them quite delicate ...
... others thorny but full of fragrance.
In this garden little forest dwellers are welcomed as well ...
... and there is alway a snack ready for them.
"Yes and in this garden are also disturbing photographers who keep watching me at my lunch. I better leave."
And then it happened ... yes, indeed Noah, it came from above: hail.
Schauen wir uns mal an, was von deinem Garten noch übriggeblieben ist, Noah.
Let's have a closer look, what is left from your garden, Noah.
Oh dear. What looks like salat was once the pride of the garden: the big hostas. Sniff.
That's how the pelargonium in the basket looked before the thunderstorm ...
... and after. Only some petals were left at the flowers. But unlike the hostas, they will recover quickly, I guess.
Lucky were the one who kept their buttons quite tight together.
Else, they would have looked like this.
The Gwundergarten seemes to have been under gunfire.
Better to hide for some time.
Vorbei ist's mit der Blütenpracht.
Gone is the beauty.
The small cleaning gang is already on its way.
Yes, Noah, even my lips look now skew. I can only hope, that all will recover till June, when I open my garden door for friends, relatives and neighbors.
Well, it's not all lost, some of my treasures have survived. Hurra!
I have packed the suitcase for the box tree moth. Why on earth did they survive the hail? Nobody needs them.
However, enjoy the rain and have a good time.
Häbet Sorg / Take care