We live on DH family farm. I am not exaggerating when I say our house is in a field.
I previously worked 15 plus hours a day as a criminal solicitor, and rarely set foot in the garden. I would let sheep in to eat the grass, and occasionally buy plants at the garden centre which the sheep ate.
Last year I was at home with my one year old and we went to work on it. Cutting grass weekly, play area made. I then weeded miles of borders, overgrown taller than me, leaving anything I thought might be a plant.
Then I had another baby and did nothing over winter. This year I wood chipped the old borders and weeded daily. Then I started on the forty million pots, planters, old sinks, baths and buckets.
I take kids weekly to the local garden centre and buy only from the search and rescue, spending pennies. Dd and I grew sunflowers, and some veg from seed.
Today Dd was playing, baby was sleeping. I looked around and it is beautiful. Don't get me wrong I have no idea what I'm doing but it's tidy, colourful and looks like a cottage garden. Poppies and Daisy's have come up, a few things have not survived but most of it is lovely.
The best bit, I feel calm and recharged out there. Dd and I love pottering about, she is chief water girl and snail mover.
I never imagined my mental health would be helped so much by gardening. It's just amazing. It was such a huge task but now it's five minutes a day max.
Silly thread really but wanted to share the overall unexpected benefits.