You never know which day is the last warmest day of the season before autumn/winter. We tried to act as if each day was the last warmest one. (This reminds me of the initial sentence of a movie which 
says that this is the first day of the rest of your life.) So we weren’t inactive during indian summer either. To stop weediness at this time of the year is the most grateful task because it doesn’t grow again (at least till spring) or just very slowly. I like my chrysanthemums because they’re charming when other plants loose their beauty. Pelargoniums grew a lot but I’m not very 
satisfied with this type. It’s quite thin, not like my mother’s. However, she wasn’t satisfied with hers, they usually run over the fence by this time, but this time they don’t hide the fence either. The surprise of the season was the toma
to plant that came up from previous year without any care before discovering it. By now, it teemed several kilos king-sized tomato. Unfortunately, we left off cycling because of the wet chilly weather. We used it the whole summer and was a good choice in many respects such as economy, environmental protection, physical exercise, shape forming, getting tanned…
Meanwhile, Dominik’s great-grandmother (on Krisz’s side) turned 85. We congratulate Dédi! Cordially.
Füles Mackó: A hegedűművész --- for Dominik (and for Gábor)
