I don't know what happened. Maybe it was the hot, dry summer last year, followed by a long cold winter with tons of snow, but our lawn is a mess, with lots of bare patches to really make it attractive.
We also live in an area where cosmetic pesticides (as in, weed control for the lawn) are banned. That means the weeds are having a field day.
So I've been going out every morning to pull weeds. At first, I was grumbling. I am no gardener, and weed-pulling is rather like vacuuming to me -- there's always more and places you missed.
However, as I was sitting on the dew-damp lawn at 7:30 a.m. on Sunday morning, with the silence broken only by the birds singing, it suddenly dawned on me that I should embrace the weeding.
After all, I grumble all winter about being cooped up inside. I really moaned and groaned this year. So what if gardening is like housework outdoors to me? The key word shouldn't be "housework" -- it should be "outdoors".
Yep, I had a nature-induced epiphany, and I've been not just tolerating, but enjoying, the weeding ever since.
What about you? Are there jobs you hate/hated, but have come to enjoy?