I was probably spoilt when I was growing up, my parents put a lot of effort in to their garden and received a lot of praise from friends, neighbours and strangers alike. (Me and my friends spent many warm summer evenings sitting on the lawn smoking doobies and admiring the Narcisse des près), but when ever I see the garden of the average German I am amazed by how visually handicapped they are, their creative limits generally seem limited to putting a garden gnome next to a muddy puddle and/or planting a random geranium.
The prevailing attitude here towards flora is just to let it grow, and grow, and grow. (I am basing this rant on my life in northern Germany. I suppose it might be different in the south), but now that summer is upon us Berlin is starting to look like the jungles of the Mekong Delta.



