I haven't been in my garden in quite some time. Too depressed, too tired.
This morning I finally went there. I knew it: Weeds have grown, some damages caused by snails, and all over, there is a lot of work to be done.
Among the overgrown grasses and weeds, a wonderful crop was hidden and ready for discovery and taking home. So I spent my stay harvesting pumpkins and cleaning up some spots of the garden. It's really the most powerful anti-depression medicine at all.
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