When I was a child I used to despise going to the garden. I wanted to spend my summer days in the city with the kids from next door. Garden always associated with picking berries, getting rid of weeds and missing the city. 20 years later, my grandma’s garden house is the most comforting place in the world. It is a place of childhood memories, warm summer days, carefree life away from the city and the closest idea of home. It is a place between dreams, memory and reality. It is inevitable to escape nostalgia, the beauty of simplicity and work that comes with living relatively remote. The series were taken in March 2021 while anxiety, mistrust and confusion is circulating in the air. It was this place where I found comfort and stability. It became my “happy place” to isolate from the world.