I love to be here. At father-in-law's. With the land. With the birdies. With the garden. And my richness loves it too. He loves playing hide and seeks with his grand-father or any of us. And there are plenty of places to hide. I like to escape here. It's a kind of hiding-place because it became a world apart. It's good here, even when it rains.
Here is the well, where are held the buckets. The buckets are bid and became my son's ocean, where he fishes, irrigates and invents thousands games. Just need to dive!
The ladder where he learnt his first climbing notions! It's so old that it just stands with his weight.
The laurel getting dried.
Old stuff...
The seeds shelf.
The trap to catch birds...
The cage to put them inside and wait until the grand-son comes and watches them closely. And then he sets them free.
Another old ladder. This one still stands with my weight. I use it to pick the higher figs.
I still remember when chickens and rabbits lived here... All built my my father-in-law.
It rained inside home last winter and it was needed to change some tiles.
This is where we put the trunks to saw, keep them together in its proper place and then take some to light the fire place in the winter. It's so good...
One of the many fruit trees. My richness knows the name of almost all of them. He's so smart.
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