Summer. A season of bright colors, flowers and warmth. In my garden live both flowers that I planted myself and those that settled here on their own. And although the aliens sometimes do not behave too politely, trying to capture the entire territory of the garden, my relationship with them does not have the character of war. Periodically, I politely but surely evict those of them who are trying to take a place from my irises, roses or phloxes, but in general our coexistence is quite peaceful.
