Just musing really. For the past couple years I've really enjoyed just pottering in the garden. I'm still a novice and don't really know what I'm doing but I understand what people mean when they say it's good for the soul. For me a perfect afternoon is one where the dc are out playing in the garden and I'm faffing on putting stuff in plant pots.
But right through my twenties I rented a tiny home with a huge garden and I absolutely hated it. I saw it as such a massive chore with no real pay off. I very rarely spent time in it and the only time I did any gardening really was when the front got so bad I was forced to weed out if sheer shame. Looking back now and that garden was wonderful (nicer than the one we have now) and I could kick myself at the time I spent whinging when I could've been enjoying it.
Anecdotally amongst my friends none of us were interested in gardens in our twenties and early thirties but as we're crossing into our forties more and more are seeing the light. I was just wondering really if this was anybody else's experience and what you think it is.