There is earth under my nails again, the windowsill is full of seedlings, a bucket of fertilizer in the kitchen. Funny? But honest. If someone had told me a couple of years ago that I would enjoy the rain more than a sunny weekend, I would have laughed. But now I go out into the garden barefoot, close my eyes and listen to everything moving around.

The garden is not about the beds. It is about the fact that I have become slower. About the fact that each carrot has its own character - not everyone likes its neighbors in the bed, not everyone likes extra water. And you learn to accept: if you want a harvest - do not rush, do not yell at the weather, do not blame the snails.

Yesterday, a cat sat in the middle of the beds, brazenly chewing dill. I chased her away, but she snapped her tail and stayed sitting. At that moment, I realized: this is an ideal example of how to live - chew what you like, and do not leave if you are chased away.

Have you ever thought about getting a couple of beds? You can even grow greens on the windowsill - I advise you to try. It's like meditation, only tastier.