I think of gardening as the same as artwork. I don't know if it's actually fun but if you do it well enough, it will procure interest in others. Raising my kids in a less fortunate community, and successfully against the odds I might add (God my help, of course) I soon grew tired of them coming in from play displaying rashes from retrieving their balls that rolled into nearby neglected fences, I came to a Scarlet O'Hara moment and said, "I shall nev'ah go itchy again!" and attacked the hordes of poison ivy. It ended with me looking like a red-bellied salamander when it was over but that was that. Then I waged war on the overgrown pine trees and bushes that was base for the armies of creepy crawlies that'd rather besiege they and all their playmates' heads and make camp. I took dominion and conquered that bit of land, supposing that the landlord had no object if I wasn't actually destroying the property as much as I was improving it (and indeed he sent a thank you letter, to me and the neighbors that picked up pruning clippers and joined in on the effort). So, I didn't just "do-ed it" I subdued it.
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if home is where your heart is, then where is work...some other organ? Your hands?
It is said that 'home is where your heart is' so, if my heart is wherever I am, then wherever I am should feel like home.