While chaos brews across the globe, our little green sanctuary explodes with fruit, fire, and feathers.
Let’s be honest — turning on the news these days feels like reading the script of a really bad apocalyptic sitcom. Wars, climate drama, inflation, digital nonsense… and somewhere in between someone’s yelling about AI stealing our jobs. 😅
Meanwhile, we’re standing in our garden with berry-stained hands and a chili-induced runny nose, wondering:
„Is it just us, or does nature seem to be doing just fine?“
Right now, the garden is exploding. Literally. The plum tree is drooping under its own weight. Tomatoes are sunbathing themselves into flavor bombs. Raspberries sneak up overnight. Our chilis? Oh, they’re glowing like little red weapons and attacking unprepared taste buds without warning.
We’ve been harvesting like maniacs — cooking up jam, boiling syrups, freezing juice, even fermenting a few wild things „just to try.“ It’s sweaty, sticky, deeply satisfying work.
And as if that wasn’t enough: we’ve got a fresh generation of birds learning how to fly around us. It’s noisy, clumsy, and utterly hilarious.
While the world argues with itself, our corner of it just… grows. And it’s teaching us every day what really matters: slow mornings, dirty hands, and the joy of watching something come alive 🌱