Countryside – planting again

Another day off. That means I'm taking the train to the countryside. A two-hour drive. Grass and greenery outside the window. Beautiful summer. The greenest summer ever. My last week of June at the countryside. I arrived at the countryside. Quickly ate some canned chicken soup. And then went planting. Planting flowers. Turns out there were still plenty of them.

I quickly started planting. There were so many plants. I mixed them all up. So I can't remember what everyone's called. There were a lot of daisies. I've already memorized them. Lavender has also grown there. It smells good. And it's supposed to repel ticks. So I have two types of lavender: blue-eyed and something else. I've planted lavender in different parts of my garden. I'll see if it helps. They also say garlic repels vampires. I haven't tried that. I'll test it out with lavender to see if it repels ticks.

The space in my allotted garden is slowly running out. And now I'm filling in the gaps. There are spots where nothing has grown or where I haven't planted anything. I'm planting as best I can, working on the last remaining bit. The daisies have their own spot – to the side. There are lots of them. I've been busy planting. I've gotten the hang of it. I'm planting one plant after another. As quickly as I can, but without overexerting myself. Sometimes I have to walk around the garden to find a free spot. Or catch my breath, too. Otherwise, I've been planting for hours. Excellent work therapy. Even beneficial.

So, I didn't really notice other things. I've gotten the impression that this kind of work therapy is actually beneficial after the winter blues. It's beneficial to feel tired. It's not mental pain, but fatigue. A shift in consciousness. To just fatigue. At first, it's intense. But then you get used to it and just get tired. And you realize – now you can rest. So, this is also a flow of emotions.

During the break, I ate some tomato soup. Also delicious. Fried potatoes and oatmeal for dinner. Tea. Everything's pretty good. Mexican chicken. Chicken with rice. Everything's good. Even when it's hell. I already remembered mosquitoes flying around during the day. They bite. But I even like that. Or big flies - horseflies. That's how flies are. They fly around during the day. Huge ones. They bite. They circle around. I even like that. Everything is nice under the hot sun. After winter.

It's even great how they bite. Even that's great. Although there are a lot of these flies around you - they create a feeling of discomfort. And even a little fear. They are big, there are a lot of them. They circle. They actively land on you. Arms, legs. Everywhere. They try to bite. It's hot. And you walk around with water. A watering can of water. You water the soil, dig. Everything is in water. They fly in. That's the impression.

Then a new place. Carrots. I didn't replant them. It's difficult. And I just continued planting lettuce leaves, radishes, dill, and something similar. First, I dug up some soil. Then I scattered the seeds. First, in lines. That's good. But it takes a long time. And then I dug up squares and scattered the seeds, and then sprinkled them with soil. I distributed the seeds across the square and covered them with a layer of soil. I don't know whether they'll grow or not. The soil is somehow new. Dark and not black. Not clay. But it's not exactly ideal soil for plants either. We'll see.

I was also feeling the same emotion. It was drizzling. I walked around with a shovel, dredging. I ran to get a pack of seeds. Then I went back and planted. Right in the drizzle. I remember that. I distributed the soil with my hands. After the shovel. Then the rain stopped. And I realized I was tired. And it was time to rest. After that, I don't remember. I fell asleep.

In the morning, I took pictures of the sunny part. And the flowers. And then I took the train home. I rode. Everything was just as green and cheerful. The window was clear of water. And everything was clearly visible. Sometimes I passed by a river. Beautiful. The blue expanse of water.