Horst_schorsch_und_dieter [ORIGINAL ◆]

planted fragrant lavender and rosemary around the base, which didn't just look nice; the scent naturally repelled the mountain goats from lingering near the entrance.

(a classic nickname for Georg) was a quick-witted gardener. He had a "green thumb" that seemed more like magic; he could talk a stubborn rosebush into blooming in the frost. horst_schorsch_und_dieter

wanted to use iron-reinforced oak beams three feet thick. "Strength is everything!" he boomed. But the gate became so heavy it wouldn't budge. planted fragrant lavender and rosemary around the base,

For a week, the village had no gate, and the goats were having a feast. The friends sat in the tavern, frustrated. wanted to use iron-reinforced oak beams three feet thick

"Horst," Dieter said quietly, "your gate is a fortress, but it’s a wall, not a door.""Schorsch," Horst added, "your vines are lovely, but they’ve turned the gate into a hedge.""And Dieter," Schorsch laughed, "your pulleys are so complicated that the goats will have eaten the town before we open them."

thinned down the oak beams, making them sturdy but light enough to swing.