In our house, everything was known ‘by the saints’ days’ and the weather: St. George’s Day (Jurjevo), St. Florian’s Day… that’s when sowing and planting were done. We saved seeds from year to year, and the garden provided everything we needed – cabbage, kale, carrots, beets. The animals were our supplies: pigs, chickens, geese, and cows; the milk was fresh, foaming as soon as it was brought in. It was known where the best water was: the well ‘at Trbović’s’ – the coldest, the clearest; people filled their wicker-bottles (pletenke) there before going to the fields. The well at home was covered, with a trough next to it for watering the livestock. We gathered medicinal herbs together – linden when it blooms, chamomile from the garden. Knowledge wasn’t read from books; it was learned with hands and eyes: they would show me ‘a step – corn,’ ‘beans around the corn,’ feel for a full pod, then pick it. Today, that is lacking; young people think a garden is ‘torture,’ but for me, it was both work and rest.