Story 12:
My mother has changed jobs several times. She is now a village librarian with some free time to pursue her interest. And she creates paintings like this.
They do not have high artistic merit; the important thing is that she and I enjoy them. For some, this is simply a farm road. However, I used to stroll down it every summer to go swimming at the lake with my buddies. © Svetlyis/Pikabu.
Story 13:
Image for illustrative purpose only.
In 2020, I began experimenting with producing strawberries. At the time, the present scale sounded like science fiction. I didn’t imagine it would get this far. Strawberries are not simple to cultivate. It is a fussy crop.
My strawberries are now being supplied to restaurants and pastry stores around the city. They enjoy how well picked, fresh, and excellent my product is. © Ausbeute/Pikabu.
Story 14:
A year ago, I rescued a little cereus that had been abandoned on the office window sill by a colleague who had left her job. So, I took it home. The plant was astonished and grew twice as large in a year, in all directions. Now I’ve got my own green Doric column.
Then it was joined by a weeping fig that a coworker had ignored. In brief, I tried a little bit of everything, and they all miraculously healed and flourished. I don’t make any particular attempts. I exclusively perform ceremonial dances around the lemon, which smells lovely when it blooms. © Marina El Mapache | ADME
Story 15:
About six years ago, I stumbled across homemade sausage recipes on the internet. And even though I don’t have a smokehouse or a thermal chamber, only an oven, that doesn’t deter me. And this photograph is the consequence of my pastime. © Sister Mercy/Pikabu.
Story 16:
My granny is 84 years old. Her interest is manicures. Every day, she paints her nails and sketches on them. When I ask her what she wants from the city, she always answers, “3 bottles of nail polish in different colors, cotton pads, and nail polish remover!” © Overheard / Ideas
