Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a gardener in Rognac is like a rollercoaster ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. First off, I head down Rue de la République. Love that street, but it’s always packed. I’m dodging people like I’m in some kinda video game. “Excusez-moi!” I shout, trying not to spill my coffee. Seriously, why do people walk so slow? I’m on a mission here! I get to the park, Parc de la Mairie, and it’s a jungle out there. I mean, weeds everywhere! I’m talkin’ like they’re auditioning for a horror movie. I grab my tools, ready to battle. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. “Mister, can you help my turtle?” I’m like, “What? A turtle?” Turns out, it’s stuck in the bushes. I’m thinking, “How did a turtle even get here?” But hey, I’m a softie. So, I rescue the little dude. Kid’s all smiles, and I’m feelin’ like a hero. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need to talk about the flower beds.” Ugh, not this again. I just spent hours planting those tulips on Rue des Écoles. They better not be dead! I rush over, heart racing. Turns out, some punk kids thought it’d be funny to trample them. I’m fuming! Like, who does that? I mean, come on! So, I’m standing there, trying to keep my cool. I’m like, “You know what? I’ll just replant them.” But inside, I’m ready to throw my trowel. I mean, I put my heart into those flowers! After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down Rue de la Liberté. It’s a nice street, ya know? Little cafés, people laughing. I grab a croissant from this cute bakery. Best decision ever! Flaky, buttery goodness. I’m munching away, feeling a bit better. But then, I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. I rush over, “Let me help you, madame!” She’s all smiles, and I’m feeling like a champ again. We chat a bit, and she tells me about the good ol’ days in Rognac. “Back then, we had real gardens!” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m trying to bring that back!” Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level! I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under a tree on Rue de la Gare. I’m standing there, dripping wet, and I can’t help but laugh. “This is just perfect,” I think. Finally, the rain stops. I’m cold, but I gotta get back to work. I head to the community garden near Rue des Fleurs. It’s my favorite spot. I start planting some new herbs. Basil, thyme, you name it. I’m in my zone, feeling good again. But then, I hear shouting. I look up, and it’s a bunch of teenagers arguing. I’m like, “Oh great, what now?” They’re fighting over who gets to use the garden. I’m thinking, “Guys, chill! There’s enough space for everyone!” I step in, play peacemaker. “How about a garden party instead?” They look at me like I’m nuts, but hey, it worked! By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. Rognac’s got its quirks, but I love it. The streets, the people, the chaos. It’s all part of the gig. I head home, thinking about tomorrow. More flowers, more turtles, and hopefully, less rain. What a day, huh? Just another wild ride in Rognac!