For me it was the lord of the beautiful garden and nice. Step up front always walk the dog. The first few times I stopped to watch enchanted with what care they had traced the paths, where the prose grow tomatoes, salads, vegetables, peppers, eggplants, but not only, but many flowers. I'm the clumsy management of the garden of my father and his associates and I wanted to laugh. That was a small paradise. Over time we began to say goodbye. I do not talk much but my eyes are greedy, and he knew immediately that I was fascinated by his garden. His body was in great shape, though not so young. I later learned that he had 75 years and still loved racing bike. Participated in regional competitions climbing the hills of Little and Great St. Bernard along with many youngsters. He was kind, affable, always smiling. I often made a gift of a fruit, a salad, a flower. Then suddenly last year I saw him on crutches, I told a minor accident caused by a car that turned without much notice and attention, while he is coming at the right bike. I saw him again a few times with his wife and daughter to whom he gave instructions on how to do for the garden. The gardens
season began more than a month, but still I had not met. I went in there yesterday and I was afraid to ask the neighbor garden if he knew something. And 'who died in January he told me.
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