Contrasts between manual labour and gardening
 

The calming, tranquil nature of my new gardening job fills me with relish. Sowing my seeds, and cutting my weeds, it's really like life is worth living to me. Pure.. complete.. Relish.

I used to be a manual labourer, up on my ladder and stuff. Now I've settled down for the quiet life. Life really is worth living.

While some people might see gardening as a schizophrenics hobby, I for one have been wearing my mind altering flatcap for so long that I may as well be a cider drinking, suspended wearing joville schizo. Which I am, makes sense.

I'd like to hear your stories about gardening, and how it compares to the working lads job of manual labour. I'm actually studying for my undergraduates freshman degree on social studies, so I hope to leave this gardening addiction behind.

I should really post a warning. This post could induce a manic episode for anyone suffering from bipolar disorder, or schizophrenia.

Off to take some prozac, well.. Maybe not, might get hypomanic about gardening again.

Sounds to me like you need to go for a walk. Lets go to the store!

Pardon?

Why do I get the feeling Hagrid is an alternate account someone made for the sake of trolling/making eccentric and oddly humorous posts?

I highly doubt you were being serious but I just happen to feel like sharing. I love gardening. I haven't had much experience with it but with any luck it's hereditary. My grandfather is a landscaper/carpenter who does some gardening and his work is really quite beautiful. I also enjoy cooking, which I consider to be manual labor since it's pretty much working long ass hours on your feet in a hot room all day. I favor cooking, since my experience with gardening is so little. But one of these days I'll get around to growing more things. Possibly illegal things. Who knows, life's a risk and botany is pretty neat.

You live in California, too. If you have a medical card for your "glaucoma" or "arthritis" you can grow up to six plants.

My eyes are kinda sore lately...

I haven't done gardening in a while. As far as a comparison, for some reason manual labor has more of an adverse effect compared to hobbies, exercise, and most sports.


My favorite song about gardening is:
REM - Gardening at Night

The end effect of gardening is great. A well-tended garden can be just beautiful. But all the work that goes into it is just miserable. Yards too. I raked my yard a few weeks ago and it was torture. Not so much the work itself, just the amount of time I had to spend just being bored out of my skull while staring at the vast quantities of yard I still had to rake. Give me a house right on the sidewalk with a 5x5 patch of grey dirt and I'll be happy.

I said LETS GO TO THE STORE. Sheesh, watarya hard a hearing?

I'd love to stay and chat but I'm late for a meeting.