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19 Aug 2007

red lawn

Once I used to like gardening, but these times seem to be long gone. Or, more precisely, farming rather than gardening: my parents had a small farm and I enjoyed some of the work involved (mark, not all of it, far from).

But then I wasn't manager of the farm, so to speak, and not responsible for anything but rather a helping hand. If you are chef de jardin, well ... it's different, you know.

Nowadays, you shouldn't ask more of me than keeping my one and only cactus alive (but I can manage that, thank you very much).

Therefore, I think this 'garden' or 'lawn' or whatever with no plants in it at all is quite appealing. I'd love to live there once the buildings are completed, if only they wouldn't put any green in.

But then, most likely the property management will employ a caretaker taking care of the green. In this case I might be interested still in renting an apartment there.

(As for Extraterrestrials, the pair of you: if you don't keep low profile I might yet report you still. I didn't make any promises, now did I?)