The story of a banana



As a classic European, craving exotics, I won the banana tree I wanted in the living room. He prospered and grew and grew. During one year, I had a huge tree from one of the stumps, which took up a lot of space, and my husband no longer liked it. With a heavy heart and tears in my eyes: D I stepped back and let him move in front of the house. Over the next six months, the banana grew monumentally and blew up a lot of new shoots. So now I have my banana oasis under the barracks and very soon I will reap the first harvest. I was also very tempted to come up with something from banana leaves, they are so beautiful that I was sorry to throw them when the banana tree was pruned. So I searched the internet and decided to try making paper: D