
It was a hot afternoon. Still, I put my gardening gloves on, motivated to breathe new life into the long neglected spot of green in my balcony area. If plants could talk, I'm pretty sure I'd be reported to teledera for abuse.
Two bags of different soil were mixed together, new pots were filled and moved, vegetable seeds were planted, fingers were crossed. Beads of sweat rolled down the sides of my cheek. I could feel the burn from the midday sun.
"Vitamin D, it's only Vitamin D ..good for you. " I muttered amusingly to myself.
I ignored the heat, rubbing the sweat away with the sleeves of my shirt. I knew if I stopped to rest, I'd probably...