Germans keep fantastic gardens! The long, steep walk from the bus stop to the concrete East German apartment housing that I live in (which is torture, I say!) is alleviated by the slew of beautiful gardens and window-flowers that line the walk. Some photos of the botanical beauties that greet me every morning and evening:




This is my favorite house to look at every day...

I've named these little garden people Josef and Ingrid. I don't know much German, but I like to say, "Guten Morgen, Josef. Guten Morgen, Ingrid." Josef smokes his pipe in return.