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  Gardening for Fun, Not for Profit

Gardening isn’t about perfection—it’s about joy. I don’t consider myself a “Gardener” with a capital G. I just garden. That distinction matters. This isn’t about plant contests or botanical precision. It’s about getting your hands dirty, enjoying the sun, and smiling when your first tomato or flower appears.

The key is to keep it fun, not stressful. You’re not doing this for profit or perfection. You’re doing it to relax, connect, and care for something that gives back in its own time. Sure, some veggies or blooms may get eaten by deer or rabbits. That’s nature. Don’t let it ruin the experience. Try “resistant” plants, use sprays, or plant things animals don’t like. Fencing can work too, but unless your garden is compact, it can become more hassle than it’s worth. I also spray my hat with insect repellant and use this neck fan to not only keep me cool, but to keep the mosquitoes at bay.

And no, I’m not a gardening expert. I’m not giving formulas or botanical lectures. I’m here to talk about the feel-good part: clearing a patch of land, pulling weeds, and that quiet moment when you step back and say, “Hey, I did that.”

Gardening follows the seasons—and that’s perfect. In colder months, you get a break from the yard, but even then, you can tend windowsill herbs or gardens. Small indoor setups or hydroponics keep the green going, even in winter.

Weeding isn’t a punishment—it’s progress. Don’t look at the whole yard. Just focus on a few feet. Then step back and enjoy the clear space you created. Trust me, it’s oddly satisfying.

And don’t underestimate tools. Good shears, gloves, and a solid shovel save your hands and your back. A well-chosen starter set can make all the difference. Clean them off after use—they’ll last longer, and work better. 


Gardening is self-care. Physically, it’s exercise. Mentally, it’s grounding and calming. Tending to something that grows because of you is its own kind of therapy. That visible progress, from sprout to bloom, is incredibly rewarding.

If you’re new to gardening, start small. One herb pot, one flowerbed, one tomato plant. Then grow from there. Whether it’s a wild mix or a tidy plot, it’s your garden. Make it work for you.

Find your patch, plant something, and enjoy the journey. You won’t regret it.

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