Category: Chilling on Sundays

🌱 Sunday Chills & Songs

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Everyday Garden Missions

If you are outrun and outgrown by your garden, seriously, it’s not the garden’s fault. Months or even a year’s neglect is basically the result. I’ve pulled into my driveway more times than I can count. The first thing that captured my attention was the tall trees. 🌲🌱 And I’d think to myself — “I’ll have to clean the yard sometime.” But that sometimes kept dragging.

Eventually, you’re too exhausted. Your body hits its limits, teetering on the edge of burnout. So you just let everything go.
Then one day, after you feel a bit better, you look again and wonder —
“How did it ever come to this?”
Well… that was me today.

🚙 Ford Territory Saga
But here’s the thing: my Ford Territory never lets me down.
She’s got a big boot, and she carries every single branch, leaf, and vine from that pile.
I drove to the dump with nothing sticking out — packed tight, neat, and proud. On the way, I noticed a policeman on the right side of the road.

Camera in hand — maybe taking pictures of cars, maybe scanning plates.
Either way, I thought to myself:
“Well, at least he can’t ping me for an overstuffed boot!
That’s how you know you’ve won the battle:

Not just trimming the garden, but getting it all to the dump without breaking rules… or branches.

✨ Closing Note
Five hours, one sore body, and a thousand cut leaves later —
But the garden breathes, and so do I.

Satisfied. 💚💛😊

— DJFotoPerfect

Nature & Landscape

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The sea is always moving, always shifting, but the dunes stand as its quiet memory. Each gust of wind shapes them, softening their edges, leaving new curves and patterns in the sand. At first glance, it feels fragile — a place that could disappear with the next tide. But when you look closer, you see the roots holding on.

Grasses stretch deep into the sand, weaving themselves into anchors. They don’t fight the wind — they bend, they sway, and yet they keep the dune in place. A quiet reminder that resilience isn’t about being unshaken. It’s about knowing how to stay, even when everything around you shifts.

I stood there with my phone in my hand, watching shadows stretch across the sand, listening to the hum of the waves behind me, on a quiet and peaceful afternoon. And I thought — maybe we’re more like these dunes than we realise. Shaped by time, bent by storms, but still rooted here.

Sometimes beauty doesn’t come from standing tall. It comes from simply holding on.
—DJFP