From
Gerhard Matzig
Sometimes, when administrative courts deal with arguments about branches hanging over fences or smoking barbecues, or when you do everything you can to achieve the supposedly perfect lawn, you can get the feeling that the relationship with the garden actually belongs in couples therapy. If only because a tremendous longing and a deep love belong to the garden. A garden can become paradise. But the memory of the expulsion from it is part of it. Or just, see above, to hell.