Someone else’s garden is so much more restful than one’s own.
(Not just because it’s tidier and more perfect.)
The weeds are someone else’s problem.
The pests are someone else’s problem.
The harvesting and the cutting and the pruning and the mowing are someone else’s problem.
I see the beauty and not the list of jobs that need doing.
It’s good to visit someone else’s garden. But, imperfect or not, it will be good to get back to my own and get my hands back into the soil.