It’s hot. Your lettuce is wilting. You’re standing there with a hose, wondering if you should water again... or just cry with it.

You plant your seeds. You water. You whisper sweet affirmations. Then one morning, you spot it: a perfectly round hole in a baby leaf. Cue the panic.

No rows. No labels. No rules. Just a glorious mess of colour, veg, and pure gardening freedom.