Although to be honest, sometimes I wonder why I even bother. With four kids ages three to seventeen, two acres, and a husband who travels for a living, I am feeling that time crunch like everyone else. Gardening sometimes seems like just one more thing to squeeze into an already bulging to-do list. Especially this time of year. Until I am out there and nature works her magic on me.
Gardening is therapy.
The work is therapy. The sunshine and outdoors are therapy. Enjoying the result of my labor is therapy. Ok, so my yard will never be featured in Beautiful Garden Magazine. But I can still plant flowers around my compost pile, I can paint my wheelbarrow green to blend in with the trees and when that construction is done, I bet you won't be able to see my trash cans anymore.