Remembering the garden and summer

A new year has already begun. It's 2026. And I continue to remember my dacha days. On weekends, I'll go to the dacha. I've grown a whole garden there. I did a lot of things in the summer of 2025. I sat in the little house at my computer, a white Acer Aspire V13. I did something on it. Then I ran out into the garden a lot. I worked on the garden. I came back to the little house. I drank tea.

I even managed to go to the field. A bold move for me. I hadn't been there in ages. And somehow I'd gotten out of touch with the countryside. And there were fields on all sides. And grass grew even on the road. And the path was small. And the grass was big all around. It was interesting. I even dreamed about that field afterwards.

I also worked on the garden. The garden had already turned out to be real. And my own garden. I grew it myself. And I even gained some positive experience in this business. Before that, I tried planting too. Now I can't even remember it without laughing.

There was laughter. I once picked up a shovel in early May. I was so smart. I brought it to the dacha. I immediately started planting some seeds. These little packets of seeds. I took the shovel and dug everything right onto it. These big holes. That's the only time I did it. I laughed, of course. What stupid thing am I doing? Then I threw the seeds in there. Somehow. I called my mom and dad again. Asked what to do with the seeds. Then I buried the whole thing. I don't remember how deep it was. But we dug some really big ones to begin with. No need. Then I probably spent half a day adjusting them. Then I watered them. And then the May frosts started. It's May. And then it snows. A layer of snow and a really cold week. Of course, nothing grew.

Then my mom and dad gave me ready-made plants. I just stuck them in the ground and they're growing. They're basically already grown and blooming. I just moved them to my own garden. A few plants. These are marigolds. And chamomile. Chamomile is also called Niyavnik.

And then the next year came. And this is the next year. It's the summer of 2025. I grew my garden myself. From seedlings. I bought packets of seeds. Containers to plant them in. And in March, I started planting. It already had a normal number of flowers. There were lots of asters. Marigolds. Dahlias "Veselye Rebyata" (Jolly Fellows). Radishes, lettuce. Something else. I planted them on the windowsill. And so on. A first experience.

Then I transferred everything to the garden. After May 20th. When the cold weather ended. And the garden grew. And somewhere in August it began to bloom. Even the first flowers bloomed at the end of July. Now it's nice to remember it. And to think about the garden. I spent a lot of time there. I looked after the plants. I even watered them. Although watering is generally not necessary. It rained a lot.

This year, in 2026. I'll be preparing my garden, too. I've already thought about it. I've considered mistakes or things that could be done better. On average, plants need a few months to grow. And then they bloom. It's a shame, as they say, that summer is short.

There are some things I didn't do at the dacha in 2025. I didn't prepare my old computer. I didn't clean the rust from it. I didn't play games enough. I didn't ride my bike enough. Overall, I need to spend more time in the garden. Every second of summer is golden. It's a gift of the sun. A gift of the sun. A summer of flowers. Just what I need. When you see all this, over time you realize that this is exactly what you were looking for.

I need to spend more time at the dacha in the garden and do dacha chores. Oh, summer. The best time. Although autumn is also beautiful and interesting. Gray clouds are a good thing, like a not-so-snowy winter. Then it's time for snow. And somewhere spring is coming again. A new cosmic cycle of events. I need to make a new garden. Some kind of magic. And I'm becoming a wizard. I understand the magic of the sun, light, and flowers. I practice flower magic.