I love gardening. There is something so utterly calming and theraputic about yardwork. When I was young and yardwork was more of a chore than a pleasant diversion, I hated it with white hot intensity. But now that the gardens are mine, it becomes a delightful little Sunday-afternoon activity. I've heard it said that the chemical released in your brain when you're gardening is the same chemical that coarses through when you're gambling. I guess at a very basic level, the same system of small achievement based motivation is in play. I can believe it, the euphoria produced when I stand around and watch things I've planted grow is really quite nice. It's especially nice when you're eating the food produced from your very own plot of land.
These days, my yardwork enjoyment has become so great that I not only enjoy but look forward to things like raking and mowing the lawn. Have I gone crazy?
PS: this does not mean I would look forward to mowing your lawn. This only applies to my lawn!
I have quite a bit more to talk about, but I can't talk about it yet.
Oh, and everyone should see V for Vendetta and Everything is Illuminated. Both were absolutely teriffic.
1 comment:
spoken like a true Yahoo! for Homos user
I kid. I'm just jealous. I want a garden that my dog won't piss on!
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