I love yard work. This means I also love Spring.
Part of this springs (pun intended) from having grown up in a housing project where I learned to associate planting flowers, etc., as being a sign of affluence. A bigger part though is more deeply ingrained in the machinery running inside my head. More specifically, most of the time my mind is like Times Square in New York City, pre-pandemic: Things going in all different directions, lots of flashing lights vying for attention, and so very much noise. It is, in a word, tiring. While I can physically relax (and probably do so too much these days), actually mentally relaxing is far more difficult.
That changes in the yard.
The grass needs to be cut...so my mind focuses on getting out the mower, making sure it has gas, cleaning it off a bit, and actually cutting the grass. The grass was too high before I cut it, and now it is just right. I've spent effort and gotten a result.
Time to trim the trees...the dwarf plum in the front needs a bit of shaping, so I break out the tools and get to work. It looks really nice afterward. Making sure that the old maple in the back is free from dead branches that might fall onto the garage. Time to get out the pole saw.
I could go on with about four more examples, but they all revolve around the same story, namely that for whatever combination of reasons, being outside and working in the yard gives me the ability to (figuratively & temporarily) move from Times Square to a quiet meadow. There's a certain clarity to the yard that I don't get at, for example, work...the goals are easy to understand, there are no ulterior motives and the results are easy to see. There's also certain predictability to the yard; for example, the lilac's bloom in late April/early May.
This is not just about immediate gratification by the way. In the yard this year I am hoping for two fully blooming honeysuckle plants (which I spent countless hours on last year planting, trimming, and fertilizing). I also have plans to remove a rather ratty-looking ground cover plant in the front, but the replacement is still under consideration. Maybe put in a light pole and clematis?
I'm sure this kind of thing is not unique to me, and perhaps we all need times and places where we can be free from the noise. Mine just happens to be the yard. For others, maybe it's sailing.