I have an enormous (especially relative the size of my bachelorette-pad) terrasse to my flat. And the garden of the house is more or less mine since I am the only one with direct access to it. And as seems to be the syndrome of most people who just been introduced to gardening, this is now taking up my entire life. I seriously enjoy digging and sawing and watering and seeing the whole thing grow. It even goes so far that I go to collegues who have big gardens to get tips and ideas and some spare plants they don't use.
The truth-talker Sister of mine yawns to this and says it's disastrous for me. That I will turn into what we in Sweden call a TANT -- an negative name for an older woman. Not a good look.
But if I can be a TANT like these ones -- BRING IT ON
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