Second word: Fresh. One of the things I loved when we got to visit Grandma in another city was going to her backyard and than she would give me and my sister fresh greenstuff for us to eat right there. My sister preferred the bitter big leaves and I would choose the baby carrots, not only because I loved carrots but because I loved bugs bunny and pretended to be him while eating, like in the cartoons.
Grandma’s backyard was small but really magical. It would always hit a different light and was very cosy. She no longer lives in that house but she misses her backyard a lot, and so do I.