Today I scraped weeds and moss out from between the terrace tiles to prep for artificial grass and somehow my brain got a dopamine hit from this kind of task. Started thinking… maybe I do want a garden.
Four hours in: sunburned nose, legs gave up, back’s gone, and I cleared about 80 meters of tiny green enemies.
Definitely not ready for a real garden… but weirdly, I had a great time.
Also had some well-earned apple and cherry pastries.

Aesthetic hunter • Bits of life from southern Germany