Mowing the grass ✂️🌱
Many people think that mowing the lawn is work. But I'll tell you honestly: it's meditation! You follow the lawn mower, and it sings you its song "brrrrrrrr" - and no thoughts in your head. Well, maybe one: "I just hope I don't forget where I left the extension cord." Perfect lines on the lawn? Not always. But then the neighbor spends a long time trying to figure out what kind of "modern art" I depicted in front of him.

Picking fruits 🍐🍏🍑
Oh, that's a special pleasure! There's an apple hanging high - it's hard to get, but exciting, almost like in the gym. The difference is that in the garden after the "workout" you get a pie, not protein. And there's another thing: you go to pick some fruit for your basket, and for some reason half of the fruit ends up in me. "Quality check," so to speak. Someone has to be a taster, right? 😋

Why is it a vacation? 🌞
Because the garden heals better than a spa. The air is fresh, the food is straight from the tree, and the fitness is free. And most importantly: no crowds, just bees and birds. True, bees sometimes think that an apple is theirs. You have to negotiate.
The garden is my version of "all inclusive": eat, move, sunbathe, and even listen to music (the neighbor's tractor is almost a concert). So, if suddenly I'm not home, look for me in the garden. Most likely, I'm either mowing, or picking, or already eating. 🍎😂