My rental garden is a green paradise where the real VIPs are the bees. Honestly, I’m basically running a five-star flower buffet just for them. They buzz around like tiny divas checking if today’s menu meets their standards.

Leafy greens do their best to look impressive, herbs sway dramatically in the breeze, and wildflowers pop up everywhere because—let’s be honest—I’m too soft-hearted to remove them.

It’s peaceful, a bit messy, and filled with tiny miracles. With a little love, some sunshine, and daily pep talks (“Come on guys, grow!”), even this small patch becomes a buzzing, blooming world of its own.