I use the verb deliberately. I love my garden I really do, but as a gardener I also see all its faults and some. Especially as I have not been able to garden very much the last few years.
Fortunately, nature is incredibly forgiving and bulbs spout, seeds germinate, perennials erupt despite, or perhaps because of, my lack of care.
There is nothing like a few hours or even moments outside touching the earth; planting, tidying, weeding or even mowing to fill me with contentment. Another special gardening moment is when something I planned comes together: Those plants here, these vegetables ready for eating there. For a millisecond, I can ignore the weeds in that corner and the long grass amongst the blackberries, while I appreciate the new flower, vegetable, or fruit.