Boline's Have Traditional Geocache

• Grøn Forvaltning
  Haven
  Grønnegårdsvej 15
  1870 Frederiksberg C

• Grøn Forvaltning
  Væksthusene
  Rolighedsvej 23
  1859 Frederiksberg C

• Den Kgl. Veterinær- og Landbohøjskole Haves Hjemmeside

Boline havde lige fået plads på gården, Rolighed ude på Frederiksberg. Hun var glad for sin plads, bonden og folkene var så flinke, hun følte sig velkommen og hun havde fået det dejlige værelse lige op ad kostalden. Når hun om natten lå op af væggen til stalden kunne hun mærke varmen fra køerne. Hun havde syet nogle små gardiner af det rødternede stof hun havde fået af Bedste, de så pæne ud når man stod ude i gården.
Lars over fra laden havde drillet hende med dem, men han mente nok ikke noget med de fjollede ting han sagde. Han var jo egentlig så sød og hun kunne mærke han kiggede efter hende når hun gik over gården.
Hun havde fået pligter, allerede fra den første dag, hun skulle malke køerne klokken halv seks, bagefter skulle hun samle æg og fodre høns og ænder, derefter skulle hun hjælpe kokkepigen så at morgenmad var på bordet, når Lars og de andre karle kom ind fra deres morgen tørn.Og resten af dagen gik hun så til hånde i køkkenet aftenmalkningen skulle hun også klare inden hun skulle hen og sove.
Om morgen skulle hun passe på ikke at sidde for tæt på Lars, for han havde den første morgen lagt en hånd på hendes lår, hun var blevet rød i hele hovedet og hun havde med ansigtet gemt i forklædet løbet ud af folkestuen, hun kunne høre at de grinede af hende der inde, nej hvor hun skammede sig, kokkepigen var kommet ud til hende og havde trøstene sagt, "Ham Lars skal du passe på, han er en være en".
Lars var ikke så slem enda, han havde et par gange hjulpet hende med at bære mælken over i mælkekælderen efter aftenmalkningen, en gang havde han halvhjertet forsøgt at kysse hende, men hun havde behændigt og leende undveget hans tilnærmelser og skyndt sig ind på sit værelse. Stakåndet havde hun set ud af vinduet at Lars fløjtende og med hænderne i lommen var travet over gården til sig selv.
Næste morgen havde han frækt fløjtet efter hende, da hun gik over gården med æggene til køkkenet, hendes hjerte bankede i hendes bryst, hun mente bestemt at de andre kunne høre det.
Hun havde fødselsdag i dag, hun blev 17. De havde fået kaffe om morgenen og kokkepigen havde bagt "søndagsbrød", bare fordi hun havde fødselsdag og der havde været flag på bordet, det havde været så hyggeligt.
Hele dagen havde Lars dukket op de mærkeligste steder og da hun i skumringen var gået ind på værelset for at hente sit sjal inden hun skulle over og malke, kunne hun lugte at Lars havde været der inde, først var hun bange for at han gemt sig, men på hendes pude lå der en yndig buket af markens blomster, de duftede dejligt, hun tog den ene af de udtrådte træsko der stod under hendes seng og brugt den som vase til blomsterne.
Hun glemte næsten at hun skulle malke, hun svøbte hurtig sjalet over skulderne og skyndte sig ud i stalden. Da hun skulle over i mælkekælderen med de sidste to spande mælk, dukkede Lars pludselig ud af mørket og pressede hende op mod muren og kyssede hurtigt men blidt hendes mund. "Nej Lars, jeg spilder!" fik hun fremstammet, han kyssede hende igen, endnu hurtigere end før, pludselig kunne hun mærke en hånd på hendes ben lige over anklen. "Nej Lars, ikke hvis nogen ser os", fik hun hviskende sagt til ham. Lars spurgte så, "Må jeg så gerne, hvis der ikke er nogen der ser os"? "Men så kun til knæet, Lars"! Hviskede Boline tilbage.
- Nu rødmede hun igen kunne hun mærke.

Moralen er, hvis der ikke er nogen der ser det, må man gerne tage pigen under kjolen - Husk det nu, »Lars«!

• Horticultural Garden
  The Royal Veterinary and Agricultural University
  Grønnegårdsvej 15
  DK-1870 Frederiksberg C

• Greenhouse
  The Royal Veterinary and Agricultural University
  Rolighedsvej 23
  DK-1859 Frederiksberg C

• Homepage of the Horticultural Garden

Boline had just got her job at the farm "Rolighed" on Frederiksberg. She was pleased with her situation as the farmer and farm hands were all nice and friendly. She felt welcomed and was given the fine room right next to the cowhouse. At night when she lay close to the cowhouse wall she could sense the warmth from the cows. She had made some small curtains from the red-chequered piece of cloth she had gotten from her Grandma. The curtains looked nice when seen from the yard.
Lars from the barn had teased her with her curtains, but she didn't believe that he really meant anything with all the silly things he said. He was quite nice after all and she noticed that he watched her when she crossed the yard.
She had her duties from the first day on. She had to milk the cows at half past five a.m. After that she had to collect eggs and feed the chickens and ducks. Then she would help the cook getting the breakfast on the table so it was ready when Lars and the other farm hands came back from their morning turn. The rest of the day she would help in the kitchen. In the evening she would do the milking before she would go to sleep.
In the morning she had to be careful not to sit too close to Lars because on the first morning he had put his hand on her thigh so she had blushed and ran out of the servant's hall hiding her face with her apron. She could hear their laughter, and she was so ashamed. The cook had comforted her, and said "You'll have to be careful with Lars, he's a rascal".
Lars wasn't so bad after all. A couple of times he had helped her carry the milk to the milk-cellar after the evening-milking. At one occasion he half-heartedly had tried to kiss her but she had laughingly evaded his approach and had hurried into her room. Short of breath as she were she had looked out of the window where she saw Lars with his hands in his pockets and whistling as he crossed the yard towards his own quarters.
The next morning he cockingly whistled after her as she crossed the yard with eggs for the kitchen. Her heart pounded so loudly in her chest that she was convinced that everybody could hear it.
Today was her birthday and she turned 17. They had coffee in the morning and the cook had made "Sunday's Bread". Just because it was her birthday. They had a flag on the table and all was ever so nice.
The whole day Lars had turned up in the most peculiar places and at dusk when she went into her room to get her shawl before milking she could sense that Lars had been in there. At first she was afraid that he was hiding but on her pillow she found a bunch of lovely wild flowers. They smelled nicely and she put them in one of her worn-out wooden-shoes from under her bed as she had no vase.
She almost forgot that she was going milking as she quickly swept her shawl over her shoulders and hurried to the cowhouse. As she was going to the milk-cellar with the last two milk-buckets Lars suddenly appeared in the dark and pressed her against the wall kissing her quickly but gently on her mouth. "No Lars, I'm spilling the milk!" she stuttered before he kissed her again, faster than before. Suddenly she felt his hand on her leg just above the ankle. "No Lars, don't, if anybody see us", she whispered at him. Then Lars asked, "May I, if nobody see us?" "Only as far as the knee, Lars!", Boline whispered back.
- Now she blushed again, she could feel.

The moral of all this is, that if nobody is watching, it's alright to feel the girl under her dress. Remember this, »Lars«!