Our garden was in 60 kilometres from Kharkov, in a small village called Guzivka. I was arriving there alone on Friday, at about 6 pm, finishing work a little earlier, enjoying the silence and loneliness. My husband was arriving next morning. I see this as if it happening right now.  I walk through the gate. It's the end of May now. The house is slightly hidden by a huge bird cherry tree. It is already fading, and the ground around is covered with a white fragrant veil. On the right is a conventional fence made of thorny plums, separating our and "baba" Galya's estates. There, behind the house, a strip of land is planted with various herbs: turgun, lemon balm, mint, cilantro, parsley, dill, horseradish, thin "Siberian" onion. This is for the table. We collect medicinal herbs in the forest or in the meadow. It's all here, right away, behind the gate. We dry them in the attic. On the left is an old bathtub dug into the ground, imitating a pool with seaweed and a floating water lily. The mini-pool is surrounded by boulders, pebbles and shells brought on a wheelbarrow. Flowering mosses have already taken root on them.  Further along the path - the porch and the entrance to the house, upholstered on three sides with small planks painted in blue, lined with bricks on the front side. Red tile roof.  Closed veranda. Roses are in full bloom near the porch. House-length canopy overlooking the garden with a homemade oven for jamming and canning. When you make jam, strawberry beds are visible through the branches of the "Pepinka" apple tree, growing right near the canopy. Now my pride - "Gigantela" is only turning pink. The sight of huge hanging berries fills me with pride, and I forget how hard I got this beauty . A huge apple-pear tree on the right, on the edge of the estate, does not obscure the strawberries. Along the path separating the strawberry beds from the vegetable-garden of 600 sq.m, there are Jasmine bushes. When I take a break from work, I lie under the bushes, gaining the energy. According to the Druids, I am the Jasmine. The garden is bordered by bushes of black and red currants, gooseberries with huge, at the time of maturity, yellow berries and thickets of raspberry bushes, with which we fight like weeds. In this part of the estate there are 2  apple trees "White Transparent" and a huge, very old apple tree "Mackintosh"  with unnaturally large bright red apples. In autumn - in the very corner you can cut a whole basket of "honey mushrooms" Here are the images of apple tree kinds we had in our garden Vegetable garden ... We tried to have everything on it. Tomatoes: yellow and crimson color small hearts; large fleshy "Bull's Hearts"; large and small "Plum" tomatoes of different colors; and, finally, bush-like "Volgogradsky". Cucumbers and small cukies; peppers, cauliflower and white cabbage; eggplants and zucchini, all sorts of onions, pumpkins and melons along the edge; and, of course, potato, considering as a main food. Now I am standing in front of a 3,000 sq.m. garden. Everything is in a bloom. The apple trees are just starting blooming. Everything is white and pink. The aroma makes my head spin. Nightingales sing. It is May! I can't write anymore, I'm crying. Somehow at another time...   Now we live in Canada, and we are happy here. It’s also good because when summer comes, and sometimes even in a winter, at about 5 o’clock in the morning, I go into my garden, listen to the nightingales, and then lie and bask in the tall grass in the meadow, among the daisies. I often sit in the garden during the day, as well as on the bench in my parents' fence grave, where I am going to return