Garden

My apartment building has a garden in the back. (It’s big, though. This is a little bit of a language thing: I described it as a “yard” to one of my English friends, who thought I meant a place with dirt where soldiers marched around—it’s not like that.) It has a lot of grass, a few gazebos, and in the spring, it was filled with flowers and green trees. Now that it’s summertime, there are fewer flowers out, but there are still a few small ones. Here is a picture of some of the flowers in the garden:


And since this is sort of a boring picture, here are the flowers with a paintbrush texture:


And with the colors changed:


And with a miniature sheep:


Hee, hee, hee.

Now I’ve really got to go to work.