How is my day in the countryside in August

Recently a friend called me and asked what I was doing at home on vacation. "Probably you hang around in your favorite garden all day?" she asked. And I suddenly wondered - what am I doing all day if I fall into bed in the evening and switch off instantly. The pedometer gives out 6-7 thousand steps per day, despite the fact that I still constantly forget to put it in my pocket.

But, having analyzed my day, I understand that I am in the garden very rarely now, somehow everything grows there by itself, and I show little concern about the beds. In greenhouses, yes, I do something there every day, because now I need to constantly pick tomatoes, remove unnecessary leaves, shorten late shoots so that the vegetables ripen until autumn.

So how is my day going?

August, of course, is the time for blanks, every day I try to pack something in jars, dry it or put it in the freezer. And this is not less than 2-3 hours a day. After all, vegetables need to be washed, peeled, boiled, sterilized. I must sign all the banks so as not to confuse anything in the cellar in winter and take exactly what you need.

Taking care of your men - cooking food, washing dishes, talking, takes another 2-3 hours.

Caring for chickens, no matter how simple it is, still takes at least an hour a day. And if you cook a mash, then more.
Just taking a walk, reading, sitting quietly on a bench, talking about this, about that - somewhere else for a couple of hours.

Then the working day begins, remote work. That is, there is almost no time left for the garden. Things are planned there in advance, for example, removing onions, digging potatoes, and so on.

And if you also go to the city, to the store, or for other business, then the day flies by instantly.

Day summary

In the village, I like before going to bed, having done all the things, go out into the street in the dark, sit on a bench and, lifting my head, look at the sky. So calm, so quiet and good. It is at this moment that you analyze what things you managed to do, what you didn’t have time to do. What needs to be done tomorrow, how to spend the day.

Thoughts flow so smoothly, calmly. Especially if something does not go well, then it is at this time that a solution comes to mind, or a variant of how to solve the problem.

For some reason, I could not catch this moment of truth, the analysis of my life, in a city apartment. There was always something distracting, preventing me from concentrating.

Maybe it comes with age, or maybe it is the village life that influences so much?