you'll like this quote:
"When I go into the garden with a spade, and dig a bed, I feel such an exhilaration and health that I discover that I have been defrauding myself all this time in letting others do for me what I should have done with my own hands."
Ralph Waldo Emerson, writer and philosopher (1803-1882)
Many years ago, I was a gardener. I planted flowers, bushes, small trees and edibles. We had a 40x40 garden that we carved out of a lot where there had previously been a thick forest of trees and bushels of rocks. We planted corn, beans, squash, cukes, eggplants and tomatoes. The first year, with eight tomato plants, we gleaned over 400 tomatoes. We had so many that we couldn't give them away fast enough - and since that was a banner year for tomatoes, we had a hard time finding people who wanted more. We had so many eggplants that I couldn't give them away either - no one around us liked eating eggplant. The following year, I planted only one eggplant, and that was more than enough. Our corn didn't do well, but our neighbor's did. He couldn't seem to grow tomatoes, so we traded; his corn for my tomatoes and he kindly tossed in a mess of fresh beets every so often. I miss those days. I really miss them.
When we moved to this neighborhood, we soon discovered that we had barely any soil; just red clay and rocks. There were a few plants here already: a gardenia, three forsythias, one rambling rose, an acuba, a cleyera and a few straggly azaleas. I am sorry to say that I added nothing to that mix for quite a few years. I did plant a miniature crape myrtle, some irises and tulips. I found that first spring that there were daffodils, but after all these years, they have dwindled down to a precious few (and the heavy rains took all of them last night.) About ten years ago, we replaced all the azaleas, but the new ones have not done well and in fact, they seem to be confused, since they seldom bloom when they are supposed to. Shortly after we moved here, I started my business, and fairly soon I was ( I said) too busy to do any gardening. In retrospect, had I planted a cutting garden back then I'd have saved a lot of money buying from wholesale florists.
I am no longer able to be a gardener. So that leaves us with a messy-looking series of planter beds in front of our house, that are more full of weeds and moss than anything. And in the back yard, we have extremely overgrown ivy and little more that is of interest.
If I have plants now, they have to be in pots that are small enough that I can move them easily. I have to plant them using a waist-high table that keeps me from having to bend over. I can work for a florist and stand on my feet all day, but if I have to bend and twist and lift - it's another story; one told with pain meds, heat wraps and lying in bed to recover.
I'm not sure what brought all this up - I suppose it was the quote. Like Emerson, once upon a time, I loved playing in the dirt and creating beauty. I can no longer do it - and it makes me sad.